Brendan rolled his eyes up into the back of his head, "I don't think the Canadian government would've gone for that." He laughed and then continued. "Ah, but bottles and glasses can only physically hurt you. Crayons are emotionally degrading. Who wants a crayon thrown at their head by a crazed midget?" He thought he had a point, though it may have been a little obscured. Again, he laughed. He was starting to lose track of how they got onto this conversation but he didn't care. It was somewhat entertaining and didn't mind where it was going.
"Oh come on, really?" Brendan responded with a slightly shocked tone. He leaned on the bar with his waist in front of her and held up two fingers. Counting on one finger, "One, you're a knock out, especially tonight, so any guy that turns you down has something incredibly wrong with him, and two," switching to the other finger, "you have nicest personality of anyone I know." He dropped his hands flat on the bar. "So I don't believe that. What makes you think you can't pick up a guy? I will bet you anything that if you walked up to any guy in this bar, you would walk away with at least having talked to him. Let alone get his phone number." Secretly to his advantage, he knew for a fact that most of the guys in the bar would become more and more friendly after a couple of drinks.