[Espy]

Meanwhile, Dante, back at the table, gripped the counter hard, gritted his teeth, and tossed down his third Madras. Of. All. The. People. Who could show up! He growled, and, perhaps partly because of the alcohol, tossed the coinbag to Michael.

"I'll...be outside...if you want to find me. Roof. Don't wanna see that guy."