They talked for well over an hour, Lisa slowly getting more comfortable, cracking jokes and becoming very at ease. They drank three beers apiece, between conversations about their homes, politics, books and movies. Things started to wind down at the bar, the other customers had left half an hour prior, and Thomas was starting his nightly cleanup. He didn't rush them out, but they felt like it was time. They walked outside, and once Lisa stood up, she realized how unsteady on her feet she was. She usually never had more than one beer, so three had made her quite tipsy. Sheamus said, "Well, yer just a wee one, now aren't yeh?"
Lisa nodded, "I knowwwww, haha! Shortest in my family!" Lisa stood five feet tall and a hundred and twenty pounds. She had light brown hair, down at the mid-back length, and big, blue, expressive eyes. She felt her nose was too big for her face, and her lips too thin. Her belly too soft, and her legs too strong and large. She wore a black t-shirt, slightly loose and scoop-necked, and boyfriend-fit jeans that didn't cling too much. She wore black and white checkered Vans slip-on shoes.
Sheamus asked, "Where are yeh off to now?"
Lisa replied, "Well, I was heading home, but three beers is past my limit to drive with, so I'm thinking I'll go for a walk for an hour or two, it's beautiful out, until I sober up a bit!" Sheamus bit his lip, as if he had more to say, but refrained. Lisa raised her eyebrow as asked, "Did I say something wrong?"
"Oh no!" he said, "I just don't want to say somethin' that makes me sound like an arse."
"You can say whatever you like," she said with a smile, "I'm not easily offended."
"Well then, if yer not planning on going home right away, yeh could always come back to my hotel and we could watch a movie or somethin' while yeh sober up. Would make me feel better than to think of yeh walkin' around town all by yer lonesome in the dark." He looked down quickly, and then raised his eyes up to meet hers.
"That sounds nice," she said.