"So, Max, how would you describe your character?"
Max was quiet for a moment, eyeing Babsie in a way she wasn't too happy with.
"Dale is a big goofball. He like to party, likes to have fun. Oh and he definitely likes women, but is in no way interested in a steady relationship, you know? He's happy with playing all the chicks. Which gets him into trouble when he actually falls in love with this complete babe."
"Do you have anything in common with Dale?"
"Ahh, well, you know, who doesn't like to have fun? I like a good party." He grinned.
"I'm sure you do."
Sometime later, the interview was over. To Babsie's relief, she wasn't sure she liked this guy that much.
As she started packing up and said good bye to her camera crew, Max sidled up to her.
"So, ahh Babs, you wanna go out to dinner with me tonight?" he asked.
"Nope."
"Aww, why not?"
"I have other plans."
"Cancel them."
Babsie raised an eyebrow and gave him a look.
"Why should I?"
Max ran his hand along her jawline.
"Oh c'mon babe, you know you want to." He said, as she threw his hand off her face.
"I want to go home. My home."
"Mind if I come home with you?" Max said adopting a puppy dog face.
"Sure you can come home." Babsie replied sweetly. "I'm sure my husband would love to meet you."
Max paused.
"You bluff. You're not married."
"Oh, yeah that's right." She replied sarcastically. "I only wear this ring on my finger for show, and my eight kids are all fatherless."
"Now I know you're bluffing. You don't have eight kids."
Babsie rolled her eyes and started heading for the door. Then she felt his arms wrap around her waist.
"Get your hands off me." She said coldly.
"Umm, nope. You don't really want me to. You're just saying that."
Much to Max's surprise, Babsie whirled out of his grip and jabbed him in his chest so that he fell to the floor, half-winded.
"Do something like that again, and I'll get a restraining order." Was the comment she left him with.