Clint laughed as they headed to the dance floor. It was always something of a priveledge to watch the man work. Clint wasn't one for hard work. Not really his sort of thing but Ade enjoyed it and the bets that followed were always fun. He had to admit, the brunette couldn't keep her eyes of his cousin. He definitely wished Flint was here to make the betting more interesting. He'd made plenty of money off that son of a bitch. Adrian had the look of a predator hunting him prey and even Lexi's uncomfortable gyrating wasn't dissuading the lovely brunette. His cousin definitely had excellent taste.
When they came back, Clint took another shot, amusement evident in his movements. Raising a brow at Lexi, he shook his head. She always underestimated Ade's charm and seemed to forget his fame. "Six and I'll buy you and Gerry breakfast tomorrow if it's over." He grinned, waggling his brows. The brunette was still staring at Adrian, a conflicted look on his face. However, it'd definitely be less than six minutes. He was certain of it.
He winked at his cousin, always backing him. "Ten is out of the question. She's practically coming in her seat as it is."