Cook looked up when he heard the engine a little way off, at the edge of the park. His phoenix drove a hippy van apparently. And, fuck, she was hot!
Cook's eyebrows rose slightly, his lips falling apart, as he watched the blonde get out of her camper van and start towards him. He hadn't believed that real girls looked like that. The sun was making her hair look golden and her silhouette... Man, he couldn't wait to get his hands on that body.
And it only got better when she opened her mouth. "Fuck me," Cook laughed, pushing himself up from the swing once the girl was close enough to hear him. He had the vodka bottle hanging loosely in one hand, his fag between the first finger and thumb of the other. "You're a fucking Yank, too."
Cook's wide, toothy grin emerged as he took a few swaggering steps towards his 'date'. He'd never got jiggy with an American before, although Cook did enjoy trying new things. "Well tickle me bollocks with a feather duster. Ain't I a lucky boy then?"