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Colt Evered (coltforevered) wrote in spinningcompass,

Colt could think of a few things he wanted, especially with her in that summer dress, looking far too good for everything that had been going on lately. He never considered himself a lech, especially given that he could get far more intimate with people than most ever could physically with just the smallest flex of his willpower. More than that, he could probably get any of them doing whatever he desired as well, not that he ever would. But he figured he wasn't just a bad guy for thinking she looked really nice in that dress when he could be really awful about it all, and sure, that was setting the bar very low but sometimes a little wiggle room wasn't bad.

He'd been with a woman who had too high standards for him for too long. Before her there were men who had no standards at all. He found himself happier in the middle, if only so he could claim to not be such a bad guy every now and then. Even his ego needed that boost every now and again, that gross feeling in his head since that guy had shown up hadn't helped on that front.

At least his smile was more charming than lewd when he came to answer her, leaning against the bar and making a show of giving her all of his attention, "Is it too early for a hard drink, sugar? If not then I'll take a small neat whiskey. Can I say that you look especially nice in that dress, or is that too forward?"