“I doubt you have ever lost your touch, “he countered, hardly seeing the stranger unable to make even the simplest outfit look nice on her. Sure, he was flirting and truth be told, he didn’t care. He was proud to admit that she was the first he had gone after for the night. There might have been a gentleman earlier in the evening, but Liam didn’t start up that one in the slightest. She didn’t seem much older than him and really, he was guilty of finding women who were slightly older than him attractive.
He reached behind him to grab a menu, the logo of the restaurant being a four leaf clover. “Anything you want, I’m sure we have. We try not to be the stereotypical pub…you know, despite the four leaf clover as our logo.” Liam chuckled a bit, fond that though the pub had Irish roots, it catered to Americans.
“If you’re old, then you hide your age very well,” he complimented. “And I know. It must inflate your ego oh so much that you’re talking to the guy who owns the place,” he teased. He hardly used owning the club to try and get laid, but he did use it to impress, make it known he was more than just some guy handing out drinks and taking orders. “It’s nice to meet you too.” He meant it genuinely.
“Do you plan on watching the clock turn to midnight here, or are you venturing outside?”