Bob raised an eyebrow as Scyra scooted away slightly, "Huh, usually girls blush not pale at that." He then raised his other eyebrow, "Unless of course you are into other women. Then paling might be a more appropriat reaction. Unless..." Bob reached into a pocket and pulled out a small dirty steel mirror, after rubbing it off on a clean part of the shirt of the drunk next to him, he looked into muttering loudly, "Hmm, lets see, nose: check. Perfect Jawline: Check. Dark grey eyes: Check. Small scar from a cutlass under left eye: Check. Dark sandy brown hair: Check." He put his mirror away and tapped his chin, "No it wasn't my looks that drove you away. Still annoyingly handsome." He shrugged, "You must like girls then. I can uderstand why, all those curves and sleek lines..." As he bagan to stare into the middle distance he noticed the other girl.
Bob then blinked at her, "Oh dear. A drunk has found us."
Bob then blinked at her, "Oh dear. A drunk has found us."
I seem to have lost my pie cutter.
