Liam had his encounters with stereotypical places. He loved Spanish food, but some restaurants went overboard with the whole Spanish theme. He got it, they were in a Spanish place, it didn't need to seem like a cruise ship with all the flamboyant outfits and Spanish music. Of course, he did enjoy Spanish music, just not a stereotypical atmosphere while enjoying his meal. The same was with McGregors, a Scottish pub that was very..well…Scottish.
He glanced over Leti and made a small hmm noise, trying to guess the woman's age. "I'm twenty six, so you can't be over twenty eight." Ethnic women did hold their age well, but she seemed not too far from him. He hoped she wasn't in fact younger because Liam would feel like such an ass. Women tended to think they were old way before men did. A women came in crying the other day just because she turned twenty five.
"To tell you the truth," Liam leaned close as if he were telling her a secret ingredient he put in some drinks. "I only talk to the pretty ones." He gave a bit of a wink before he leaned, not in a way where he was invading Leti's space. He was right beside her, face near hers in a comfortable distance.
There were indeed a lot of good looking blokes, so Liam couldn't blame Leti's friends for looking elsewhere. Though of course, he would have loved the attention. "I say you stay nice and warm in here. I think the whole watching the ball drop is overrated. You can see it just as nicely on the television. Besides, cute thing like yourself shouldn't be cold."