“Ah, don’t worry much about it; I’m sure I said something wrong.” He said, infuriatingly. Ever was about to flare up again when he spoke again. “Oh, but if you don’t mind, please be my guest and come in for a drink if you all would like; I do have a mini bar here, and I’m not that much of a drinker.” Had he read her mind? She was dying for a drink. Slowly, the fight seemed to drain out of her, and she glanced at his bar before leaning back on one hip and glancing at her band.
“Ah, and if you’d like, I could easily crack a window so that er… you and your band members could smoke if you’d like.” She looked back at Red. No one was this charming. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she tried to detect anything in his voice that hinted towards a lie, or an insult. What was his secret? How did he always stay this kind and sweet and adorable? No one was naturally like that, were they?
"No." Mark and Ted said almost at the same time from behind her. Ted continued, "We should go unpack."
Ever shrugged. "Suit yourself." She said with a sigh. "I'm having a drink." Her band turned and left, and she shut the door behind them. She turned to see Red pulling out the drinks, and she went over to sit at the bar, taking one. She watched him as he excused himself to go grab a piece of paper off the floor, her blue eyes still trying to find a flaw. Something that suggested that this wasn't the real Red Jones.
Not really one for apologizing, she just dropped her previous anger, and gestured to the drink. "Thanks." She said, then gestured to the paper he'd picked up. "Adoring fan mail? Love letters?" She said, with a slight teasing smile.