His hands slide to either side of the chair's back and he lets his head drop forward, forehead hitting the table. Again, and again, to hammer in each and every word he utters. "Please. Go. Away."
Not that that's very successful, seeing as how he's talking to the damned table, but until tonight this table had been a trusted friend who'd never turned its back on him. Never betrayed him like that.
Right. This is ridiculous. He raises his head and smiles mock pleasantly at her. "If I buy you a drink will you go away?"
She never touched a cigarette. The singer takes slow, deep drags off of hers.