His father's been after him again. Nagging on his bachelor existence. Telling every family member who will listen how he's cutting him off from the family fortune. Robin couldn't give damn about his inheritance but he was willing to put forth some good face for his grandmother who had begged him to bring the young lady he was courting to dinner this Friday evening. Unfortunate fact that he has not been courting a young ladies or any ladies at all. Couldn't bare to tell her the he's been a cad to the woman she'd met leaving his flat. Just someone he's picked up for the night. What he's been tossing around his head to do tonight, the sole reason he's in this bar with John and Tuck.

He hasn't met a girl yet he's want to subject to the horror that is his family. He's all but given up when Tuck ordered the third round of ales but then.. he sees her. Dark brown hair, tight deep blue dress, her heels sky high, beyond beautiful. She looks annoyed with a bloke who just won't sod off. Her face tight, a downright scornful look. It's on his next drink that he's decided he's had enough.

Her body tenses tight underneath his hand as he slides it around her waist. "Hello love, didn't keep you waiting long, did I" The man's face a mixture of anger and fear humors Robin.

"You could have just told me you were taken, or were you hoping to get a free drink?" She can't even get a response out before he's scoffing away as though he were the one wronged.

"I could have taken care of it by myself." Well then she's American. Her lack of an accent standing out.

"Yes, you were doing lovely, pinned there to the bar." His shoulder shrugs bringing his arm up and down her back. "If that was your intent." It earns him a scowl but all he can offer her is a smirk; Amused, she's didn't shrug him off the moment the other bloke walked off.

He pulls himself away slowly he doesn't want her uncomfortable. The last guy had done a bangup job at that for the both of them. Up close she is even lovelier than he'd originally though. Her eyes are so deep a dark brown and wide looking at him. He's in trouble. He flounders through an attempt at asking to buy her a drink. Her answer is a resounding no. His face must show his disappointment. "It's..." She softens "I can't drink tonight I was just waiting for a friend and she canceled. I was on my way out till him." She nods in the direction of the other man.

"Does that mean you'd be interested in having drinks a different evening."

"With you?"

"Unless you'd prefer we find you another?"

She smiles and it floors him. He's suddenly hoping her answer will be a yes.

"Is that her then, your date for the big ole Locksley family dinner." Tuck queries as he returns to his stool at the bar.

"Nah, shot me down."

"What was the kiss on the cheek for?"

"Her thank you for getting rid of a block headed bloke who didn't understand no." He hopes they can't see the grin he's fighting; he can still feel her soft lips on his cheek as she told him to call.

"Better luck next time, mate." John shrugs as Robin tucks her number into his pocket. No, Robin muses he won't be taking her there, to be mulled over by his father, she's far to lovely for that. Gram will have to be disappointed that his lady friend will be ill for this party at that last moment and maybe if all goes well tomorrow evening Gram can meet her another day for tea.