Distracted by Declan and his cuteness, Garret did not notice anyone passing by until he felt the napkin in his lap. "Huh?" he said, looking down at it. A slow grin spread on his face as he read the little note scribbled on it. "Hoping you bat for both teams. Call me, Cindi. 336-1908. Or meet me in the bathroom." Looking up, he managed to catch a glimpse of the mystery woman as she vanished behind a door. Well, if her front was as impressive as the back... He grinned at Declan, folding the napkin and putting it in his hip pocket. "That's a keeper," he said mischievously, picking up his refilled shot and tossing it back. The whiskey was definitely starting to kick in.
"A keeper?" Declan had followed the woman's progress through the bar, noting the warm brown eyes glancing over her shoulder as she went through the doorway. "Does that mean yer going to follow her or call her?" From the look, she would probably be rather disappointed if Garret didn't head in behind her.
Shrugging, Garret waved his hand idly. "I might call her," he said offhandedly. "Haven't decided yet." She seemed nice enough for a backside, but he hadn't seen her front and he hadn't said two words to her so there wasn't much to judge on. Maybe he'd give her a call, but probably not. He did have a handful of people in his life already.
"So where are we going after this? You gonna bring me home like a respectable gentleman, or do you plan to play with me further?" The innuendo was thick and obvious (well obvious to most people), and Garret was grinning, pleased.
Declan nodded, finally finishing up his dinner and focusing on his pint. "She looked rather lovely. Bedroom eyes, full mouth, rosy cheeks. Freckles." He had a thing for freckles, but that was probably the Irish in him.
"I hadna decided. Didna think ye'd be up for tha traditional dinner and a movie date." Not to mention the dryad hadn't really thought past dinner and drinks. He'd expected Garret to be swallowed up by the crowd at this point while Declan sat in a corner, laughing at the pathfinder's antics over a couple cold brews. "Where would ye like ta go?" Declan realized that was probably a bad decision, giving such an open ended question to Garret of all people, but he didn't take it back.
There were a lot of places that Garret might want to go that would bring Declan far from his element. They could go dancing, and get lost in a sea of people, and Garret would feel totally at ease. Part of him was tempted to have Declan take him to a gay club, a place where nobody kept their hands to themselves. But before he could say anything, Sabrina was back, handing him a slip of paper. "As requested," she said with a smirk, then handed Declan a slip as well. "Now you two can fight over it. Feel free to take some clothing off if you need to." She gave Garret a wink, then headed off, looking very proud of herself.
Declan glanced down at his copy of the check, noting that only half of the shots they'd taken were listen. Oh that lass was going to be getting quite the tip from him. Seeing Garret glance over the paper in hand, Declan chuckled as he reached out to flick the other's paper. "Looks like she was serious." He couldn't read it, but it was obvious the scribbles were an address and phone number. "Twice tonight. Lucky man."
He snapped the paper from Garret's grasp and reached for the wallet in his back pocket, pulling out enough cash to cover the bill and a hefty tip for Sabrina. "I told ye, it was my treat. Make an Irishman happy, hmm?"
Garret had not expected Sabrina to be serious. He was genuinely surprised at the address and phone number, so much that he wasn't paying attention when Declan snatched the paper from him. "Hey!" he protested, reaching for it once and failing. "Ugh, fine," he grumbled. "But only this one time! Next time I'm paying, and I'm getting you two of the most expensive items on the menu." Sulking a little, he swiveled back and forth in his chair, drumming his fingers on the bar. Stupid Declan, paying for his food. No fair.