Re: 2015
Exotic. Sammie had been watching him almost the whole night. For two reasons: one, he was clearly a fly boy and two, he was exotic. She didn't see many boys like that in England, often all the men bred into ginger genes and freckles, if not the dashing blondes that ran in her family. Still, confidence spoke volumes, and his was speaking loudly to the shy girl in the too sexy red dress.
She made her way across to him, trying to look a bit more assured of herself as she paced the dance floor, but as she leaned against the bar at his side she still fell into the toyboyish stance of someone who is used to shorts and boots for a day's long work. She gave him a shy, disarming sort of smile, her British accent clipping out a moment later.
"This is all a bit much, isn't it? I suppose it's... good... all you boys are in town. We need you. But... I don't know. Seems a bit crazy is all. Not used to town being like this, luv." She admits quietly, speaking just a hint too fast and breathless.