When Jason just shrugged, didn't immediately compliment her fine gams, Blue frowned deeply and kicked him beneath the table. "Jerk!" she growled, pouting her fiercest pout. Sitting back in the booth, she crossed her arms tightly over her chest, chin resting on her chest. Of course her legs were better than that tramp's!
Glowering, Blue looked about, spotting a very handsome man sitting a few tables over. "His arms are better than yours," she said moodily, looking at Jason like he should be offended.