Wenches. Ugh. Brendon pulled a face, depositing his plate on the table and turned to get another drink—fuck. Shane was here. Brendon's eyes went wide and he froze, like a deer in the headlights. Fuck, Shane was here and he really, really wanted to run away. He couldn't be here anymore.
"Um," He turned back to Pete, going pale. "Gotta go. I'll um. I'll keep your advice in mind?"