The expression on her face lacked even a hint of amusement. The bottle in her hand had reached her lips, the cool glass of the rim warming against her lip but it never tipped back. It was stuck in mid air, like that mannequin challenge she’d seen around lately. But this was no challenge. Well, unless you counted the challenge it was taking not to upend the bottle and release the rest of her beer over the other’s head. Her brain function seemed to kick in after a moment, and a perfectly shaped eyebrow quirked in disbelief. “I want a list of all the girls or guys that any of that has worked on. Because if they seriously fell for that lame attempt at flirting, I seriously worry for their mental health.”