Waylen guided Rena toward the exit.

With a commanding tone, he declared, "Put the drinks on my tab tonight."

A silence enveloped the surroundings.

Tyrone adjusted his attire, straightening his clothes with a nonchalant shrug directed at the others, while a smile played upon his Lips.

"I've always said that Waylen couldn't afford to play! Well... Rena has departed. Elvira, how about you address me as honey?"