[Mmm. Very pretty girl. SPOT CHECK? WHAT SPOT CHECK? DES DOESN'T NEED NO STINKIN' SPOT CHECK. There's just so many lights and the alcohol's making him fuzzy, so he's just listening to her sing, watching her movements... Forgetting why the hell he came her-
Wait a minute.
Through some FUCKING MIRACLE, he rolled a perfect 22, so he manages to bring logic into this. This is him- Captain Wouldn't Look At a Girl Twice If She Even Looked Sneaky. It would take a lot for a dame to pull the wool over his eyes.
...And it had. For a second. Oh, this chick's good, whoever she is. Really good. Des bits down on the inside of his cheek and glowers at the stage. His head's murky, but at least objective thinking prevailed.]
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Wait a minute.
Through some FUCKING MIRACLE, he rolled a perfect 22, so he manages to bring logic into this. This is him- Captain Wouldn't Look At a Girl Twice If She Even Looked Sneaky. It would take a lot for a dame to pull the wool over his eyes.
...And it had. For a second. Oh, this chick's good, whoever she is. Really good. Des bits down on the inside of his cheek and glowers at the stage. His head's murky, but at least objective thinking prevailed.]