Caleb took the liberty of ordering another drink before answering her question. “I mean. I wouldn’t say it’s a conscious thing, the brunettes. It usually just happens that way.” He took a sip of his drink and swiveled the bar stool a bit to face her. “The girls in this part of town are pretty much all the same. And they [i]all[/i] seem to be friends, too,” he explained, his voice taking on an annoyed tone. “I’ve been the cause of a cat fight or two.”

Caleb was not one to throw around compliments to women, mainly because he found most of them to sound quite cheesey. But if he were to be honest, he was finding himself more and more attracted to Lola as he spent more time with her, although not his usual ‘type.’ Especially as he continued to drink, he found it much more difficult not to stare. 

“Well, how about you?” He began, turning his chair back towards the bar. “Is the muscular douche bag thing your type? The tall, dark and handsome thing is a bit clichéd now, don’t you think?” He smirked as he asked to show that he wasn’t being mean, but he was curious. A girl like Lola couldn’t be interested in a guy like Caleb.