Trinidad was incredible. The colours! The noise! The atmosphere! The alcohol! God, it was heavenly. Bobby only wished MacBryde was there with him, but no doubt the promiscuous wee shitebag would have ran off with some dashing young local by now, anyway.
For Robert, he was drinking copious amounts of rum, scribbling endlessly in a sketchbook- God, his eyes couldn't take it all in quickly enough. And as he looked up again, a very colourful woman crossed his path, dressed in a manner he'd never really even witnessed before- an artist? A model? God, someone glamourous and exciting anyway, and he just had to ask-
"CanIdrawyou?" came out in an urgent, overexcited babble, before he cleared his throat and tried again. "Um, I mean- hello, I'm Robert, and you're... well, you're exquisite, darling!" he told her, beaming at her.