A bar in New Orleans, Tuesday night
GOB had made it out of the Bermuda Triangle and was spending some time in New Orleans on his way south. He was at a bar, chatting with some locals.
"You have giant breasts," he said to one woman. "You look like a hooker I used to know," he told another.
GOB wasn't sure why his charm wasn't quite working or why he wasn't using his more reliable pick-up lines, but that wasn't going to stop him.
"You look like you're really drunk and desperate, so I'll totally settle for you even if you are kind of hideous. Come on!"
GOB was such a charmer.
[OOC: Had to. Open for phone calls or whatever.]
"You have giant breasts," he said to one woman. "You look like a hooker I used to know," he told another.
GOB wasn't sure why his charm wasn't quite working or why he wasn't using his more reliable pick-up lines, but that wasn't going to stop him.
"You look like you're really drunk and desperate, so I'll totally settle for you even if you are kind of hideous. Come on!"
GOB was such a charmer.
[OOC: Had to. Open for phone calls or whatever.]