John nods to the barman. "I understand. Go before Miss tight-ass comes after you." He sighed as he pulled out his phone once more and punched in a quick report to HAL.
After making his replies, John put his phone back in his pocket. He grabbed his glass, took a deep breath and knocked back the rest of it. His head was swimming for a second from the hit of alcohol. Giving his head a quick shake, he stood up and made his way out of the Orchestra.