Fuck, he hopes she ain't used to it. That's gotta be one of the ugliest friggin' things he's ever seen. Actually, though, the more he looks at it, the less he...

Nope. Still friggin' hideous. Good thing he's a skinny fuck. Makes it easier to get out of the way of those green things hangin' off the side. The one saving grace for the outfit is the lady wearin' it? Real pretty. She's got that white-blond hair like Lara but it's long. The kind a guy could play with for a while in one of those let my fingers do the wanderin' sorts of ways, if he was lucky enough. And she's got a great smile.

Plus, she apologized all nice and everything.

"Hey. No problem. If that was me in that, well, two things would happen. First, everyone would be laughin' at me, and second, I'd have to start killin' people. You know, wipe out all the evidence it ever happened." With a small smug smile, he nods to the seat next door and holds out his hand. "I'm Reno, and you and me ain't met before."

He definitely would've remembered. Ain't no drink in the world except maybe that expensive gold wine at this place could make him forget someone pretty like her.