Hando watches the woman leave with some amusement. She sure made a show out of giving him his comeuppance for taking his time going to her table. She was watching him the whole time, was she?
Funny how much she just gave away to him, he thinks as he returns to the bar where his two friends are giggling at the show.
"See, here's what yonks like you two never understand about women," he says as he smiles at them. "She's not happy that I didn't hop to her the instant she gave me the eye, isn't she? That little performance there? That was a woman who wanted it bad -- but got scared once she realized she wasn't in charge of what would happen. No worries, though. Woman like that? She'll come back for another sniff -- she won't be able to help herself."
Hando drinks down his beer in a few long gulps. He may think he knows what's going on with this woman, but it does leave him lonely for the night. So he rounds the boys up off their bar stools and off they charge into the night, heading out to haunt places where the pickings are usually good for fast women and easy lays...
