Grant stared in disbelief as Delilah drenched Jareth with her martini. The two of them had never been exactly close- actually, none of Addie's friends had ever liked him all that much, less so after the breakup- but he'd never seen her that upset before. Amelia, Hunter's ex, left soon after she did, but not before giving Hunter a look that he wasn't sure how to describe. But inevitably, Grant's eyes drifted to Adelisa, who was... stripping? He watched her hand her shirt to some girl who walled away, and took a deep breath, resisting the urge to run back to the condo and get her something to wear. He didn't like the way some of the other guys at the restaurant had started to look at her.

He looked at his soaked friend. "Yeah, I think you do need a drink," he decided, walking over to the bar and ordering a shot of whiskey for the two of them- he didn't want Hunter getting any more inebriated, and he didn't look like he wanted to either. All the guys looked mostly stunned, unsure what to act now that their exes were here. He downed his shot in one go and turned to them. "I've got to talk to Adelisa," he said quickly and quietly, before moving to occupy the bar seat that had been Amelia's. "Can I count on you to not throw your drink at me?" He asked with a weak smile, looking at her. Jeez, seeing her was like a punch to the gut, especially with the upset look on her face. [i]Friends, friends, that's what we are,[/i] he reminded himself. He could not touch her at all, not to comfort her of for anything else.