Fly stood up at this moment, giving Caleb Holt a once-over.
"Rhythm of the Heart? Seems like you’ve got some good moves. Why don’t you show us a dance, I’ve never seen a man do a strip dance. If you dance well, I might just turn you into a big star."
Fly’s words were filled with contempt and sarcasm.
Everyone sitting there, including Fly, burst into laughter.
Caleb Holt’s face turned cold, looking extremely displeased.
South Grant’s face also turned cold upon hearing Fly mention a strip dance.
"That’s enough, Fly!" Chester Lynch was a bit annoyed and stood up to block Fly.
"They’re my friends, what do you mean by saying that today?"
Fly didn’t expect Chester Lynch to get angry, and at this moment he was stuck in an awkward position. The people around, seeing that things were about to get out of hand, began to try and diffuse the situation.
Vivian Lockwood also stood up, smiling as she said to those present:
"Fly’s probably drunk, Chester, ask the bartender to bring him a couple of sobering drinks and make sure he doesn’t drink any more."
In the end, after some forced laughter, the matter was dropped and not mentioned again.
Fly saw everyone trying to smooth things over, so he also found a way to back down.
After sitting down, Fly glanced at South Grant and Caleb Holt.
Just a couple of little brats from the entertainment industry, he had plenty of ways to deal with them. Just wait and see.
At this point, everyone stopped playing truth or dare, and someone brought up Vivian Lockwood’s story about an evacuation mission.
Vivian, seeing everyone’s interest, began to recount the events.
The experience of that evacuation was something none of them had gone through, and they were both fascinated and impressed.
While everyone was listening to Vivian, Chester Lynch took the opportunity to walk over to South Grant, patting her on the shoulder:
"South, come outside with me for a moment."
South Grant wasn’t sure what Chester Lynch wanted, so she followed him out.
When they reached the bar’s entrance, the wind blew, and Chester’s headache from the drinking started to ease.
He rubbed his forehead and said to South Grant:
"Don’t mind what happened, Fly isn’t a bad person, just a bit arrogant. I’ll talk to him properly when we go back, and maybe have him apologize to you."
South Grant waved her hand, uninterested in engaging with such an egotistical chauvinist.
"No need, it’s better not to meet with someone like that in the future."
Chester Lynch leaned against a nearby wall and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. As he prepared to light one, he noticed South Grant’s eyes widen in surprise.
Apparently, she couldn’t believe Chester Lynch smoked.
Suddenly feeling a bit downhearted, Chester Lynch put the cigarette back, deciding not to continue.
"When did you start smoking?" South Grant asked in disbelief.
"With so much going on at the company, I smoke a couple of cigarettes when the pressure gets too much," Chester Lynch explained.
As the saying goes, every family has its troubles. South Grant didn’t know about The Lynch Family’s issues or the kind of pressure Chester Lynch was under, so she didn’t know how to respond.
Chester Lynch smiled and lightly patted South Grant on the shoulder.
"It’s okay, I’m doing fine. Let’s go back inside."
When they returned, the table was rather quiet, everyone listening to Vivian Lockwood’s story.