Poor Wren, she still seemed choked up from the one partial shot. Leandro looked back over at her when she asked her question, nodding to her gravely. "Indeed they do. You haven't gotten to the good part yet. If you do that often enough, you'll all of a sudden become impossibly sexy and everything everyone says to you will be genius. It's true. You're tapping into a higher plane of existence." He couldn't keep it up for too long, breaking into a wry grin once he was through. "But trust me, you've had enough."
It was then that he became aware that he was being stared at. Leandro rolled his eyes back to the first guy and met his stare unabashedly. He even leaned a little further over the bar, folding his arms under to rest his weight on his elbows. He almost looked coy in that pose, pouting his lips playfully. "Don't say that in front of the tequila, you'll hurt her feelings. Who are you friends with, then?"
Then, yet another guy came and asked for a drink. Leandro smiled just a little wickedly, and slid the shot of tequila his way. "See, he's friends with tequila. Make me proud."