Nah, I don't think you haveta worry much about that. Besides: chicks totally dig scars. [ and she's up on her feet in a flash, bounding over to the bar with a visible skip in her step and then leaning over the top to flag down the person pouring drinks.

it doesn't take her long to get someone's attention; it never really does, which mean she's coming back in short order with a glass of whiskey in one hand, a few ice cubes wrapped in a towel in the other, and a cold beer tucked between her arm and her side. ]

Whoops! Ran outta hands. Here ya go. [ she drops down besides him again, holding both drink and ice out with a proud smile, and then collects the beer for herself, bright red lips pulling a sip from the bottle. ] For what it's worth, you did look like you knew what you were doin' up there.