Eric leaned back and crinkled his somewhat crooked nose after looking at the woman she pointed out to him. Easy wasn't always fun. Sometimes it was the challenge of the hookup. Though he doubted there would be any hooking up done with this redhead. She seemed very similar to the women he had been with in the past, but at the same time very different. "Naw, I bet a dozen guys been in that this month alone. Sides you're acting like I'm trying to fuck something tonight. I just wanted ta talk wit a gal that could actually talk back stead of slurring." He exclaimed while he remained upright in his chair with his large tattooed arms crossed across his chest. "And naw. I'm not a trouble maker. It finds me from time to time. But I don't look to start it."<br/><br/>Eventually at some point While he spoke he uncrowded his arms and picked up his own beer to take a long drink from it. "Ya see. Yer judging me cause of how I look. You see a big awesome looking guy with ink and assume he's looking fer a fight, or to get up ya skirt. And don't get me wrong,,," the mountain of a man overtly looked over what of her was exposed above the table and smiled.  If ya offered,  I'd definitly tear it up. But ya already said no." After yet another drink of his beer he waved the bottom of it at the one he offered her and continued to speak. "And no i aint looking ta start a fight. Bout the only good thing my pops taught me was ta never start a fight, but always finish it. So, if ya wanna keep assuming that ya know what I'm about then cool. If ya wanna share a drink with me and talk even better. Either way I'm getting what I want cause yer still sitting here talking wit me."<br/><br/>Every word he spoke was the gospel truth. The tall man, close to a foot her senior in height , had no reason to lie to her. She made her intentions for the evening clear and one thing Eric learned long ago was changing a woman's mind was like trying to make water not wet. But that didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy her company until her husband came back.