"All the colours of the rainbow?" Lance asked with a skeptical eyebrow, shaking his head slightly. Gawain certainly did have some colourful (pun also intended) expressions, and quite a few of them he made up on the spot, Lance was pretty certain.
Lance stepped aside as the other dealer appeared to take over, surprised to see that his table was suddenly empty now that the crowd had dispersed and Gawain was ready to leave.
"Oh for goodness' sake Gawain!" He groaned as the two of them moved away from the table "Just because I don't want to shag any girl going does not mean I'm some sort of love obsessed prude. I just don't do the casual thing, ok?"
Gawain blinked at his friend and then burst out laughing, “oh come on, ye barely looked at any o’ the lassies back in Orkney, yer beyond prudishness. Yer…an icicle. If a ripped aff those troosers I’d probably find some kind of chastity belt or something crazy like that.”
Slinging an arm around his friends neck he steered him towards the bar, giving him an uncommonly serious look. It looked out of place on the Scotsman’s face, like any second he was about to burst out laughing, which he probably was. The girl quite put out that she had been replaced by a croupier, was now pouting and following them, failing to see that it was just all part of Gawain’s plan to make her want him more. Girls were so silly sometimes.
“Or wait…is this it? Have ye finally realised that girls aren’t fer you?” he said and couldn’t get to the end of it without laughing, “Or wait, wait, I ken, ye did it wan time and it didnae end well.”