Nobody deserved this. Obviously that wasn't true, but it wouldn't stop him from swearing it up and down.
But thankfully for her, all of his ire was quickly turning against Jeremy. Jeremy, the smooth and suave. Oh, let me kiss your knuckles, dear. Like hell he didn't know what the issue was.
And that bitch Siryn had taken his lighter before he started drinking. Son of a bitch.
Forcing a grin instead of a scowl, John supplied helpfully, "Yeah, the drinks are over there." He nodded to the table. Now go and leave them alone.