Mustache
It's a peculiar sight, that's for sure… The boy thought as he watched his mentor flirting with a very young woman. Her body was quite voluptuous, Nathan noted. The area around her was bathed in the essence of vanity and her gait was as sultry as she was. She seemed to have a nasty attitude as a "bonus" to her looks. Her 6 inch heels looked painful and her face showed that she was clearly bad news for the two. The young woman flirted with Sully instantly, touching the old man lovingly as he continued to mutter, "Not in front of the kid, Angie…" and she would kiss his lips as to say, "Let him watch." If that were to happen, he'd need to bolt and go bleach his eyes. He sighed and slumped at the table he occupied alone as he tried to avoid observing the two. Nate's fingers fiddled with his pencil as he tried to look for something to sketch while he waited.
"Come on, Sully, she's just gonna ditch us soon as she finds what she's after. What the hell is taking him so long to realize that?" He narrowed his olive green eyes at them. "If I knew this would happen every time we saw one woman, I think I would have chosen to stay in Cartagena." What made Sully so attractive to women? Nate didn't think Victor was ugly per se; he did have some notable features that made him appealing; his rugged nature, his subtle Cuban style, and his muscular build, but other than that they seemed to be completely forgetful of that goddamn mustache. If there were one thing the earth hadn't seen, it was Sully without his mustache. A good close shave and he'd be the fortune hunter Hitler! Nate smiled a little. So, he sketched that. Sully and his "irrestible" mustache.