He had to smile at the nickname, even if he was more than a little bit wound up at the moment. He started for the Brandy that paused when Mary kept talking. The more she said, the less he liked.
Johnny glanced around the room at the drinks on the table, thinking back to remember what she'd ordered for each. There weren't very many mixed drinks on the menu at all, and nothing that was super complicated. The era of cocktails the way that they were used to them hadn't happened yet. He started on the first table's set.
"He wants you to sit with him?" He bit back the rise of jealousy that bubbled up in the back of his throat. It was much like what he'd felt when he'd found out about Evan. There was something worse about it this time, though. Maybe because he was seeing the guy right away, not hearing about it and then seeing. Or maybe it was just because there was something about the guy that bothered him and that he wasn't exactly plain.
Johnny slid three glasses on a small serving tray across the bar for Mary.