His eyes were glued the moment she entered the bar. And that tequilla bottle.
"Cristy... You goddamn corsair girl. Always with the heavy stuff."
He finished his glass and with a loud bang, looked at both men in his table.
"Excuse, gentlemen. I have to see a woman about a dog."
They both nodded and continued nursing their drinks.
With a quick grab from his bionic arm, he and the Jack Daniels bottle went straight to Hunter's table.
He noticed she wasn't at her prime, but even so, with a quick movement, he placed the whisky bottle in her table and sat right next to her.