"How do you know that's not her type? Looked like that might be her type to me." Howard shrugs. "I mean, she could broadcast it with some Hot Topic clothes, you know, fishnets and pancake makeup and those weird little corsets covered in spiderwebs and stuff, but I think..."
He kicks his feet up on the table and picks at some more of the shrimp. He's finally hit that point where he's had so many appetizers that he's not just shoving them down his gullet, and between that, the fact that he's had a little bit to drink, and the rocking of the boat, he's starting to feel a bit queasy. He wishes there was more non-alcoholic drinks here, because the base of his throat still feels like it's burning from the cocktail he had (it was supposed to taste like pineapple, and that was a flat-out lie, unless Panemian pineapples taste like hair dye).
"Well, I guess we could have a movie night or something? I mean, do you like movies? You seem like you'd have the attention span for them." The idea that maybe Hollywood doesn't exactly show the best ways to court a woman seems to entirely elude Howard. He doesn't know any adults to ask, at least, none who seem to have much luck with the ladies. Sigma has a son, but Howard would rather not talk to Sigma about personal things anymore.
Howard grins and chews on another shrimp. "We could watch My Boyfriend's Back," he says, then hums the titular song.
it's so cute when R doesn't eat Howard's hand
He kicks his feet up on the table and picks at some more of the shrimp. He's finally hit that point where he's had so many appetizers that he's not just shoving them down his gullet, and between that, the fact that he's had a little bit to drink, and the rocking of the boat, he's starting to feel a bit queasy. He wishes there was more non-alcoholic drinks here, because the base of his throat still feels like it's burning from the cocktail he had (it was supposed to taste like pineapple, and that was a flat-out lie, unless Panemian pineapples taste like hair dye).
"Well, I guess we could have a movie night or something? I mean, do you like movies? You seem like you'd have the attention span for them." The idea that maybe Hollywood doesn't exactly show the best ways to court a woman seems to entirely elude Howard. He doesn't know any adults to ask, at least, none who seem to have much luck with the ladies. Sigma has a son, but Howard would rather not talk to Sigma about personal things anymore.
Howard grins and chews on another shrimp. "We could watch My Boyfriend's Back," he says, then hums the titular song.