Cillian Murphy // Older man

—I'm going for more tequila.— she shouted. Due to the volume of the music, her friends nodded, and she walked away from the dance floor. She leaned on the bar with both elbows while waiting for her drinks; she picked up the glasses, ready to return, but something stopped her. She bumped into a much older man. Light eyes, captivating gaze, a handsome smile; the four tequila glasses fell to the floor, spilling all the alcohol. —I'm so sorry, darling, I didn't see you.—the man apologized in his deep voice. —You just cost me 50 dollars, thanks a lot—I snorted ironically and angrily. The man raised his hand to the bartender, who quickly gave him four glasses of tequila. —There you go, beautiful, problem solved—said the man with a splendid smile. —What's a man like you doing here? How old are you, 60?—she joked with a certain malice. —And how old are you, girl, 15?—he replied with a mocking smile. She took the glasses reluctantly. —Idiot, I'm 22—she replied.