By all the damn powers that be this was almost painful. Bryan couldn't help the way he rolled his eyes at the way Killa and his girl stared at each other. His friend was usually FAR better at this type of thing. Which really kinda hinted at how big of a deal this was. But they were both hopeless. Bryan's eyes moved to the blond friend she introduced and honestly hed dint even bother trying to hide the way his eyes moved over her. Clearly playing wingman tonight was not a loss at all.
"Bryan," he introduced himself since Killa was clearly far too distracted to do it himself. It didn't seem to matter much though. the bold blond was getting things going as she turned to order shots and drinks. He was going to comment on the drinks but was promptly distracted by the amazingly high slit in her dress. Besides, she was already laying out plans for the rest of the night. He couldn't help the way he grinned as she leaned into him.
"who said anything about being wingman?" he asked, "I'm here completely of my own accord." He let his eyes move over her again, making his implication very clear. Even without whatever was going on with their friends Bryan would be exactly where he was. This Russian Woman was far too hot to pass up. "Though now that you mention it might take both of us to get them past the first steps," he added with a laugh. The sound grew even louder at the lewd joke and the half-serious protest that came from Nadya before the focus turned to drinks.
Clearly, she was no novice at drinking and it was obvious he had to be able to keep up. Damn it how much had he drank before the show? Bryan didn't even bother to ask what they had drank too.