RE: Baywatch [Poptart]
"WAIT. You're also a DJ? Holy crap! That's amazing! You're hot, talented and you have a cute little rug-rat, that's like, a total babe triple threat. Your husband's a lucky dude."
Despite the fact that DJ liked to keep an air of aloof disinterest when it came to talking to guys that were way out of her league (for example, if she was batting in the Majors this Stefan kid was probably batting cleanup for a Little League team) his words did manage to goad a real laugh out of her. Really, this kid was the funniest when he turned off the charm faker than bottled tan and just talked.
"Oh please, honey." She said, wiggling her bare hands in front of Stefan's face, and in the case of the hand occupied with Tev's pennies, her bare closed fist. "Do you see a ring on any of this fingers?"
Not that she was bitter. Despite being an avid figure in the night scene she thought that she was excellent wife material. Well, that being said, she lived on an island where 90% of the boys have only seen a bare boob in their weird fantasies so maybe that played into her continued status as a bachelorette. But things were so much less complicated with just her and Tevyntr and she didn't have to worry about some man-child telling her what she could or couldn't do.
No, really, she wasn't bitter.
She was a little closer to the water than she tended to like, but the breeze here was nicer than under her umbrella. DJ lowered herself to the sand. It was cooler than she anticipated, so she stretched out her legs. Ahh...
"I'll answer your questions in order then. Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, and... Yes." Geez what a motor mouth. "I do some of my best work at Sid's parties. D'you know Sid? 5'7", white hair, half shaved head, face full of metal, big ears?"
"WAIT. You're also a DJ? Holy crap! That's amazing! You're hot, talented and you have a cute little rug-rat, that's like, a total babe triple threat. Your husband's a lucky dude."
Despite the fact that DJ liked to keep an air of aloof disinterest when it came to talking to guys that were way out of her league (for example, if she was batting in the Majors this Stefan kid was probably batting cleanup for a Little League team) his words did manage to goad a real laugh out of her. Really, this kid was the funniest when he turned off the charm faker than bottled tan and just talked.
"Oh please, honey." She said, wiggling her bare hands in front of Stefan's face, and in the case of the hand occupied with Tev's pennies, her bare closed fist. "Do you see a ring on any of this fingers?"
Not that she was bitter. Despite being an avid figure in the night scene she thought that she was excellent wife material. Well, that being said, she lived on an island where 90% of the boys have only seen a bare boob in their weird fantasies so maybe that played into her continued status as a bachelorette. But things were so much less complicated with just her and Tevyntr and she didn't have to worry about some man-child telling her what she could or couldn't do.
No, really, she wasn't bitter.
She was a little closer to the water than she tended to like, but the breeze here was nicer than under her umbrella. DJ lowered herself to the sand. It was cooler than she anticipated, so she stretched out her legs. Ahh...
"I'll answer your questions in order then. Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, and... Yes." Geez what a motor mouth. "I do some of my best work at Sid's parties. D'you know Sid? 5'7", white hair, half shaved head, face full of metal, big ears?"