Oliver was not usually very good with women, but had stumbled across the one thing that would make the wooing process easier-groupies. He really had never considered that he would have them, though he certainly thought about it from time to time. The warm body of Bridget pressed against him felt so nice. Her hair smelled like lavender, and she really was quite pretty when she stopped talking. As he pulled this strange girl close, he thought of Penny Clearwater. Maybe this is the best I can do,, he thought. And would that be so bad?
Kath laughed at George's joke, and took a sip of her wine. "I'm just not one to talk about something, I just want to do it." The words were out before she could stop herself, and a blush crept up her cheeks as she realized the double meaning. "You know, I like to do stuff....oh heck," she said, and pulled him in for a kiss, quite roughly given her small size.