Word: Chocolate
"Okay Sammy, which of these lovelies will fall for your doe eyes first? Big Red in the corner or Come Hither at the bar?"
"Neither. Chocolate Chiffon in the back."
"…."
"What?"
"Just wondering if I should check for lady parts."
"What?"
"Seriously? I mean, I don't even want to know how you know what her dress is made of."
"Dean."
"More troubling... chocolate? Are you sure you're not a girl?"
"Dean!"
"What?"
"She's coming over."
"Haha! You're a lady killer, Sammy."
"Hand it over."
"Fine. Here's $20. Come Hither is calling my name. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
