060: The Charity Gala (V)

Sighing out loud, the bartender gave into her pleas and began preparing her a drink.

"If you don't mind me asking this, why are you all alone by yourself." He questioned Ayla, bringing his face to rest on his propped up palms. "I am pretty sure you are someone's date for the night. Or at least you were." A frown began to appear in between his plucked eyebrows as he eyed the lady who was on her fifth drink. 

"I am still someone's date." Ayla corrected him with a roll of her eyes. "But that someone is busy talking about business with a whole lot of other someones." She chuckled lightly at her own words. 

"Must suck to be you if you guys are in a relationship." He disappeared from her sight after dropping in a comment to serve someone else. Within minutes, he was once again standing before Ayla with a tired look on his face. 

"Shouldn't there be someone helping you with the orders?" Ayla spoke up before downing on the rest of her drink, an