Clint and Karen, the -American Gal
Clint entered the room to find a young woman who looked very bemused. He introduced himself and sat. "Having a good night?" he ventured.
Karen laughed lightly. "I'm meeting some uh... very different people, that's for sure."
"The tall, blonde guy just before me, by any chance?"
Karen cringed. "Yeah, he was a real character."
Clint laughed. "A character? That's very diplomatic. What did he do?"
Karen looked chagrined. "I really don't think he meant to come across as a total bigot, but..."
"Oh, hell" Clint sighed, putting his head in his hands. "Look, I know the guy, he's actually really nice, seriously...Whatever he said- I apologise. I'm certain he didn't mean any of it how it sounded."
"Yeah, he apologised too. Voluminously. It was all just awkward. Really, really awkward."
"Yeah, he's a rube" Clint explained.
Karen burst out laughing, and covered her face with her hands. "A rube? I thought you were a friend of his!" she giggled.
"I calls 'em like I sees 'em." Clint said, smiling. "No, he really is a good guy, just a little socially awkward."
Karen rolled her eyes, then smiled and laughed again.
"So, how can I smooth things over?" Clint asked. "Prove to you that I'm the cool friend?"
"Uh..." Karen thought. "How about a song and dance? Yeah! Serenade me!"
The smile dropped of Clint's face "That is not going to make a pleasing impression! On anyone... ever" he complained.
Karen folded her arms in mock-defiance. "Song. Dance. Now."
"You have a very particular idea of how this is supposed to go, don't you?" Clint said. He stood up and took off his jacket. "Look, I don't sing, but how about I give you a little bit of a lap dance? Will that win me your vote and patch things up?"
Karen burst out laughing. "You are doing so much better than the last guy!"
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Author's note: Mental image of Clint giving a lap dance? You're welcome ;)