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Ryan smiled at this girl. She wasnt the usual street trash that comes in these doors day after day. He could have guessed this though. She combated his statement and he raised an eyebrow. She had obviously done this before. He quickly replied, trying not to seem like a playboy trying to bed some girl from the bar. "Well, what I mean is, you seem much too... put together, for this bar." he paused. "I mean, look around at the local populace of this place. They are all out to party and get drunk. You look like you've got self respect, unlike most of the girls in here." He was taking yet another inductive leap here. He came to this conclusion because if a girl sat next to him at a bar, usually they would be too drunk to sit up straight and fall in his lap. This girl did not, aaand she said "co-workers" instead of friends.

He then realized she probably wasn't there for him, and probably couldn't care less about him, but hey. who cares. Its wierd to just sit in silence with somone in a club. Might as well make conversation, even if it means getting blown off. He was never one for picking up chicks. The thing with the girl earlier was a fluke... not at all an unfortunate fluke, but a fluke all the same. He just didn't have the heart to lie to a girl just to get what she was willing to give up. This girl seemed like she had some depth though. That and she was absolutely stunning.