Grant threw his arms in the air in clear defeat. "[b]Yes of course. And then when I get maimed I have you to thank. Really.[/b]" Grant muttered, clearly unhappy. Without waiting for Wesley, Grant walked back into the restaurant, though he noticed that nearly everyone was looking at him. He promptly ignored them all, sitting back down and crossing his arms. As a waitress walked by, he waved her over. "[b]Drambue Rusty Nail. Now. No ice.[/b]" He barked. The waitress immediately went to the bar, and within minutes came back with his requested drink. He downed the entire thing in a manner of seconds, and he held out the cup for the waitress. "[b]Another.[/b]" She nodded, taking the cup and leaving Grant to mope.

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Awww, Savayna was actually cute when she was flustered. She was so confused and for whatever reason Nadeline found it absolutely adorable. It looked like whatever Grant did to (accidentally) charm her worked. She wanted to say it was her own fault for that little boobie stunt she tried on the beach, but knew better than that. This was something straight out of one of her novels...except the recipient was usually a man that understood the woman's feelings. Grant was a...very special case. And when she said special she meant clueless. She coughed slightly, attempting to try once again to comfort Savayna. "[b]Well, for now, why don't we head on back to the table? I'm positive that we can all just...sweep this under the table. Then after dinner, you both can properly discuss in private and clear the air. Yes?[/b]" She suggested hopefully.