Who: Ace & Erin What: Dinner and a booty call When: Sunday night Where: starting out at Buona Sera Italian Restaurant on Deck Three
The pizza had been ordered, initial greetings and introductions exchanged, and now there Ace sat, across the table from Erin, the only woman in the world that Dylan Sandford had ever described as fuckable. It was strange, seeing her through his own eyes and also trying to see her through Dylan's. Ace found that a good portion of his life had been spent trying to accomplish that kind of dual vision - there was always his own point of view, and then Dylan's right next to it, as a reference.
So far, homosexuality aside, Ace thought his friend had pretty good taste in women. Erin was definitely not a man - she was, in fact, a gorgeous redhead with a great body and he was looking forward to seeing more of it later. For now, though, he was struggling through the awkward conversation between ordering dinner and falling into bed together. "So," he heard himself say, as his fingers toyed nervously with the wrapper from his straw. "You're a bartender, right? How's that going for you?"