This guy wasn't the first to come over with a drink and what passed for concern in this place. Ava knew the type. She'd learned when she'd been on her own and would stop at roadhouses for a place to crash. She got more offers than her dad would have been anywhere near comfortable with. Ava learned how to say no verbally...and physically.
A heated glare was cast sideways at the guy, and there might have been the hint of yellow in her eyes as she pushed the whiskey back at him. "Not interested. Fuck off."