"Tall guy, probably originally blonde, skinny."

"Meh. Kind of blah."

"Muscle shirt guy, nine o'clock, dancing with a blocky-looking dude."

"Not bad. Not sure he's got the body for that shirt, though."

"Hot blonde sitting at the bar."

"Know her. She's straight."

"Ohh, shame. Neckbeard at the door." Sandy's grin was impish. She knew what my response would be.

"Eww!" I made a face. Guys, if there's something that I just gotta say doesn't look good, it's a neckbeard. I'm fine with a bit of extra weight and I can dig nerds just as much as I can fit jocks, but a neckbeard looks like you've got a normal beard...