The door opened as a different waiter entered the private room.
"Good day, ladies. I'm the waiter in charge of attending to your needs today," the man said, standing in front of us.
"Sus… I like it," Jadon said with a smirk, eyeing the waiter.
Eliza rolled her eyes.
"Please get us six crates of beer with some barbecue," Fiona said as she leaned back.
The man wrote it down and glanced at the others with raised brows.
"That would be all," Eliza said, waving her hand dismissively.
The waiter nodded and turned to leave.
"Yo, Jae, since when did you fall to the level of checking out waiters?" Eliza said with barely concealed disgust.
"Oh well, I don't care. As long as he's a man and he's handsome, there's nothing wrong… and stop acting like you've never checked out waiters before," Jadon said with a smirk.
"Please, don't use your messed-up standards to judge me. I'm not so desperate for men that I'd start fucking waiters," Eliza said, raising her brows.
A knock sounded again.
"That was fast," Catherine muttered.
The door opened, revealing the same waiter pushing a table filled with our orders into the room. He stopped at the center.
"Whoopie, our orders are here!" Jadon said as she snatched a bottle of beer.
"Is that all your orders, ma'am?" the waiter asked.
"Yes, that would be all… unless you're offering some extra services," Jadon said, her gaze trailing down his body.
"E-excuse me, ma'am…" the waiter stammered, blushing hard.
"It's nothing, you can leave," Fiona said calmly.
Jadon pouted as she opened her drink and took a huge swig.
The waiter nodded quickly and left.
As soon as the door closed, Eliza smacked the back of Jadon's head, making her choke on her drink.
"Cough… cough… what was that for? You could've killed me!" Jadon snapped, glaring at Eliza.
"You deserved it," Catherine said, sticking out her tongue.
"You fucked-up asshole," Jadon shot back, glaring at both of them.
Eliza just shrugged.
I leaned forward and picked up a bottle of beer when I felt someone staring at me.
I turned and saw Fiona watching me.
I raised a brow.
"Lexy… are you planning on drinking?" Fiona asked.
"Is that even a question, Fiona? Can't you see the bottle in her hand?" Eliza said mockingly.
"Say one more word and you'll lose ownership of your tongue," Fiona said coldly, glaring at her.
Eliza shrank into her seat and looked away while Jadon smirked.
"But Fiona's right, Lexy. You know you have intense gastritis, and drinking will make it worse," Catherine said, glancing at me.
"Thanks for the information," I said coldly as I opened my bottle and took a sip.
Jadon burst out laughing while Catherine pouted.
"Shut up, Jadon. Your laugh is irritating," Catherine said, looking away.
"Hahaha!" Jadon laughed even louder.
Catherine clenched her fists.
"But Lexy, since you know, then you shouldn't be drinking. If I had remembered, I wouldn't have invited you here," Fiona said with frustration as she picked up a bottle.
"Well, too bad. Next time, remember that before inviting someone to a bar," Jadon said with a smirk.
Fiona shot her a glare and took a long swig of her beer.
Eliza leaned forward and grabbed a plate of barbecue.
"Come on, let's have a drinking contest. The person who drinks the most beer and still isn't drunk wins," she said, stuffing food into her mouth.
"That's lame. You know Lexy always wins, followed by Jadon," Catherine said with her mouth full.
"Nothing's set in stone. It's been a long time since we've drank, and I've improved… I might just win this time," Eliza said with a smirk.
"Stupidly arrogant," Jadon muttered as she opened her second bottle.
"For once, I agree with you," Catherine said, giggling as she opened hers.