Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
Trevor rolled his eyes at both the women. A surly looking bartender walked past their table and set down Trevor's whiskey, sparing a look in Verity's direction before he kept on walking. "I don't think I've ever taken a bird on a date," he remarked, knocking back the alcohol, suddenly realising how this might not have been the wisest option.