Molly was a lot of things, tall, clever, kinda bitchy sure, but she definitely wasn't straight. So when a drunken Robert put his hand on her thigh she was quick to press a switchblade to his knuckles and give him a warning look. He laughed nervously and pulled away, apologizing quietly under his breath, "Grow a pair of tits and I might ask you for a drink, but until then hands off."

Malcom laughed next to her and gave Robert a little shove, telling him to 'leave the woman alone'. Molly had her eyes on you anyways, your soft looking lips and carefully curled hair. Sometimes you made her want to scream. Not to mention the button ups you always wore, the cute little ties you had. Your tie was undone at the moment, resting on your shoulders messily. "Dammit, they better be into violets."

Molly stood up quickly and brushed off her skirt. She glanced at herself in the mirror behind the bar and smiled at Clive, the bartender and her brother, "Hey, could I get two Daiquiris? Make em extra sweet, strawberry." In the meantime she rehearsed the pickup line she'd been practicing. It was a simple one, something that if she told her brother he'd probably roll his eyes and call her lame.

She took the drinks from the counter and rushed over to your table, "Mind if I take a seat, doll?" Molly slid the drink over to you and grinned. "Just for a little chat? I um..." Shit, her mind was going blank, you were grinning up at her like a sweet little- damn. "You make that suit look amazing."

Great job, dumbass. You complemented their jacket.