mm: jordie-liz, the pickup artist
It's the curls that won't quit, and the big eyes, that draw his attention.
Wondering what it'd be like to sink his fingers into her hair. To do --
Well. All kinds of things.
Jordie's at the bar, watching her off and on; she's looking at the observation window, and not touching her drink.
A small smile touches his lips. He requests a pen and notepaper, folds the note, and sends it to appear in front of her.
(It reads, in neat script:
Do a man a favor -- finish that drink so I can buy your next one?)
Wondering what it'd be like to sink his fingers into her hair. To do --
Well. All kinds of things.
Jordie's at the bar, watching her off and on; she's looking at the observation window, and not touching her drink.
A small smile touches his lips. He requests a pen and notepaper, folds the note, and sends it to appear in front of her.
(It reads, in neat script:
Do a man a favor -- finish that drink so I can buy your next one?)