"On his face?" Hannah asked, trying to picture what the bloke might have drawn. "Sounds...disturbing." Hannah thought it might have been a tad funny, too, but didn't say so.
Wayne ordered something called a margarita with rocks, which she thought meant ice, so she ordered one, too. Might as well give it a shot.
"Girls aren't as scary as you make them out to be. Though, I would certainly say staying on our good sides is a grand idea. You just never know..."