Two-Bit never really thought about getting together with a women. He wanted a quick flick more than a real relationship. Until he met you. Sitting at a stool by yourself at the Dingo, nursing a cold one. He was captivated by how beautiful someone could look in such a rough place. With a smirk, he walks up to you, “Say, whats a thing like you doin’ lookin’ at all under the weather?” As he asks, he pulls up a barstool and placed it next to yours, his grin never faltering, awaiting your response.