Allan was oblivious, but not oblivious enough to recognise the signal telling him to drop the matter. Shrugging, he brought the coffee cup to his lips and took a small swig. He furrowed his brow, momentarily glancing down at the swirling, black liquid in his hands. His own love life was pretty much in shambles after that fiasco with his ex-girlfriend. Maybe he should work on getting it back on track instead of getting all up in other people’s business, but he wasn’t exactly excited at the prospect of getting his heart broken once again. This wasn’t the time to be upset, however, and he quickly pushed the thought to the back of his mind. All of that was in the past now, and Allan refused to cry over spilt milk. He’d never really given much thought about Aria… not in the douchebaggy way, though. Both of them have been friends for awhile, and Aria had never seemed interested in having a relationship with anyone. Of course, she’d been a target of Allan’s customary flirting, but that was that. Gulping down a mouthful of coffee, he rolled his eyes at Marian’s jape about him being too much trouble for her to handle. Though a wry smile remained present on his face as he did so.

“Oh, yeah! Aria could take me!” Allan exclaimed a little too loudly, right when Aria draped her arm over his shoulders. He sounded like an excited five year-old who’d just found out that he was going to Disneyland. His own hand went to grab the other’s shoulder, giving it a chummy squeeze once his fingers found purchase. It was almost like they were posing for a photo… also at Disneyland. He made sure to let go before things awkward, but not before flashing a grateful smile at Aria for her offer to bring him along. Turning his attention back to the conversation, he raised an eyebrow in confusion. He had no idea who this [i]‘Bonnie Taylor’[/i] was, apart from the fact that she was rich, and that neither of his companions seemed to like her very much. Which was understandable, to say the least. Not everyone who’s filthy rich was as down-to-earth as Aria. Granted, he hadn’t met many rich people in his life, but it was enough for him to get an idea.

Clapping his hands together, Allan’s face split into a toothy grin. “So, it’s settled! Hope you two are ready for a good time because yours truly,” he punctuated the sentence by pointing two thumbs at himself, “is gonna be there.” It didn’t hurt that he never stayed sober at a party either, even on a job. What can he say? He was [i]just that good[/i]. Even when he was drunk, he always managed to shimmy a fat Armani wallet out of some bigwig’s pocket.