Bobby Drake | Janet Van Dyne :: Oh hai
"Okay, sure, there's only so many people in Sporklandia."
At her suggestion, Bobby maneuvered over to the bar. He tucked the tray under one arm and moved into an easy saunter, all shoulders and chest.
"I'm not exactly on the payroll, so really I can stop whenever I want. Doing this because I figured it would be fun." Once they reached the counter, he folded an arm onto the counter and leaned into it like he was . trying to read the menu board. Was there a menu board?
"What's good here? I don't really drink a whole lot. It's counterproductive when you're tryn'a look this hot." Passing gesture at his frosty muscles. "I miss the Coney Island Mermaid Pilsner, though. And the Brooklyn IPA. Uhh...I don't know. Do they have, like, vodka sodas?"
Be that as it may, Bobby turned his head and looked over at her, "So what do you do here to pass the time? Since the word work implies money, which we all know we don't have."