Cormac sat at the table, alcohol in front of him. Honestly, he was getting sick of this band. Yes, they were good, but they seemed to follow him. Maybe he was overthinking it all, but it didn't matter. He observed the crowd discreetly, noticing pretty woman and their alcohol intake. If they drunk too fast, he'd be sure to keep away from them. That was his rule: Don't sleep with a woman who was completely drunk.