The guy in question was wearing an ill fitting suit, his hair slicked back with just a little too much product, and an obvious sense of entitlement that stemmed from nothing that was immediately apparent in his looks or behavior. With an awkward grin on his face he paused and blatantly checked Jessica out. Apparently he liked what he saw because he took the seat across from her and raised his eyebrows. It was pretty obvious before he even spoke that there were plenty of good reasons for this asshole to be single. Then he opened his mouth and it was clear that he was probably going to stay that way.
"Hey there," he purred as he took the seat across from her once he'd decided that he liked what he'd seen. The man wasted no time in turning up the creep factor as he launched right into a line, "Your dad must be a terrorist, because he made a bomb." This was only the first taste of what this night had in store for her.
Meanwhile Wanda, as horrified by this turn of events as Jessica was, found herself herded to a table with no choice but to sit and wait for whatever winner made his way over to her table. This was terrible. They should've just stayed in and gone to bed early.