[And there it was, just like that, the magic words of 'sleep with you' that were like music to Winger's ears. Sure, perhaps he's not quite the incessant womaniser he was in the past, but how can he refuse an outright statement of intent such as this? She's gorgeous and that helps a lot, but then this whole scenario wouldn't be unfolding like this were she not, likely sent on her way with an autograph and charming smile if she were anything but stunning.
Can't even fault her drink selection, not that he's entirely sure what an Angel's Tit is beyond the assumption it's some kind of mix. Doesn't stop him from nodding his agreement.]
I could do with a couple of those myself... [And it's so obvious he doesn't mean the drink, even as he pushes their way to the front of the bar to flag down a bartender. He doesn't have to wait to be served because that's the beauty of fame.]
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Can't even fault her drink selection, not that he's entirely sure what an Angel's Tit is beyond the assumption it's some kind of mix. Doesn't stop him from nodding his agreement.]
I could do with a couple of those myself... [And it's so obvious he doesn't mean the drink, even as he pushes their way to the front of the bar to flag down a bartender. He doesn't have to wait to be served because that's the beauty of fame.]