Lane shrugged at her, grinning. “I’m everywhere that’s important, yeah? I’m here, aren’t I?” The mechanical bull and her opinion about it didn’t matter that much to him. Frankly, he didn’t care. “I’m Lane.” A waitress passed by them and Lane snagged one of the festive drinks off of the tray, replacing it with the glass of water he’d swiped from the woman to balance the tray. He offered her the drink. “Don’t let it get all watered down, yeah? They aren’t as good like that. Like, pace yourself, okay?” Having fun was one thing, getting wasted at a bar was another.