“Dirk, I don’t think this is working.” mumbled Roxy from her place on Dirk’s chin, long arms stretched around his neck and legs balanced on his shoulders as she buried her face into his cheek.

“No, we’re golden, don’t worry about it.” Dirk responded quietly, smiling at the tall and attractive man before him.

“I think he can see me clinging to your chin like this.” she whispered. “He’s looking at us weirdly.”

“Nah, he’s just engrossed in how amazingly attractive I am, just keep on telling me good pick up lines, you know I’m terrible at this stuff.”

“Right okay...” she sighed. “Are you a parking ticket? Because, boy, you got fine written all over you.”

Needless to say, Dirk got laid that night.