The only thing remarkable about the guy seemed to be the big blue eyes, but then again there was something off about him. In any case as soon as he seemed to notice her and smirked, Monica cursed under her breath, looked down at her recently made screwdriver and then glanced momentarily back up at the guy.
"Uh, nothing. Sorry." She said, still not looking entirely at him. "Just, the bartender seemed wary of you, I was trying to figure out why." And if she hadn't had about three of these drinks already maybe Monica wouldn't have bothered explaining.
That said, Monica took a sip from her drink and hopped off the stool she had been sitting on, ready to go back to the dance floor where her friends were taking over in some 1970s synchronized dancing way.