Ski Trip

Outside, it was dark and silent and the snow kept falling.
Inside, it was hot and sweaty and drunk. The bar was crowded and we had rolled up for a beer or two or four. The music was loud and big TV screens showed people doing impossible things on skis. Often they would crash in big explosions of white.
We swigged our first beers and talked about blue runs and red runs and black runs.
We swigged our second beers and watched the girls watching the boys.
We swigged our third beers and talked bullshit with anybody.
"Do you think she’s attractive?" said the girl to me. We had collided with their group at the bar and I had been talking to her for a while. She was blonde with blue eyes and flawless skin. She turned heads.
"Who?" I said.
"The girl presenting this show." She pointed to one of the big screens. I looked at it then back at her. It sounded like a loaded question.
"I don’t know her so how can I tell if I find her attractive?"
She raised her eyebrows and stared at me. She had very blue eyes. Then she nodded and said, "Very true."
Loaded or not, it didn’t matter. Her boyfriend played in a band in the resort.
"Check out her teeth," I said pointing back at the screen, "they’re whiter than the Alps."