CJ shot the waitress a momentary scowl even though he knew she was simply doing her job. He didn't particularly appreciate the woman making Leah feel uncomfortable although he'd probably done that in much bigger ways than the waitress would ever manage to. He didn't quite see it as hypocritical simply because his mind was too quickly preoccupied with the stage.
His eyes roamed over the band's setup as he absently scooted his chair closer to Leah's. When he was through checking out their gear, briefly canvassed the place for the woman he'd spoke to online. He figured he'd see her there at some point.
Finally his gaze rested back on the girl at his side and he smiled, already feeling anxious for the band to start. Except of course, from where they were sitting, that would probably mean the end of conversation. Well there was always between songs.
Bryce stared at Leah, his eyes memorizing her features. Then the waitress returned with their drinks. "Fast," he muttered, picking his up and taking a healthy swallow. It went down quite nicely.