He looks up when the woman approaches him, eyes roving over her in a maybe not so pure kind of way. She's got scars and she looks like his kind of people. He both loves and hates that about her. But then again, you can't always judge a book but its dinged up cover. The corner of his mouth twitches up as he holds his hand out for the bottle. "I suppose that's a fair trade." Not that he's actually going to tell her what he's feeling. Maybe some proximation of it but nothing too.. revealing. That's not his kind of game.
He pats the little log next to him, inviting her to sit. It's quite at this end of the beach, a little ways away from the rest of the partying. Good for talking as if that's something he does. He's mostly here because he doesn't want to be in the crowd. He parties, from time to time, but today isn't one of those. "Can I get a name?" Not that he cares, he's just.. being polite.
He pats the little log next to him, inviting her to sit. It's quite at this end of the beach, a little ways away from the rest of the partying. Good for talking as if that's something he does. He's mostly here because he doesn't want to be in the crowd. He parties, from time to time, but today isn't one of those. "Can I get a name?" Not that he cares, he's just.. being polite.
