Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"I didn't think it was that difficult," he teased, settling in beside her. His pint was placed in front of him and he lifted the glass, chugging half in one go. "What makes you special, anyway?" He knew she was much better than any other bird he'd met but when taking the piss he didn't feel that held much merit. He downed the rest of his drink and signalled for another.