"Well, welcome to Scotland. What brings you to the small town of Crieff?" the shopkeeper asked.
"I wanted to visit the birthplace of Ewan McGregor. I love him to bits. I just wanted to see his homeland. I love him to bits. I just wanted to see his homeland and so fat everything I've seen is absolutely beautiful," Evelyn responded.
"Why thank you, and what part of America are you from?"
"Georgia."
"Ahh, okay, and your name be?"
"Evelyn."
"How pretty, I'm Clara and I hope you have a wonderful visit her and you'll find the people here very pleasant."
"Thank you, you have a wonderful day."
"You too sweetie."
Evelyn walked back to her hotel room with her groceries.
"Hey hun, what'd you get us to eat?" Trevor asked.
Evelyn smiled as she pulled her groceries out of the sack, "Oh just a few of your favorites and some necessities."
"Sweet."
Evelyn and Trevor had been friends since birth practically and their friendship soon bloomed into love which eventually led to marriage that landed them in Scotland for their honeymoon. They were both bid Ewan McGregor fans and decided to spend their honeymoon touring London, Scotland, and Ireland. They both secretly hoped to spot him, it's been rumored that since his divorce he's been spending more time at his hometown. Evelyn and Trevor had both made a pact that should they get the pleasure of meeting him Evelyn could seduce him and try to sleep with him while Trevor watched on.
That night they decided to hit the bars, hoping for a chance to see the Hollywood hottie. Evelyn made sure to dress to perfection while Trevor played the part of the flaming gay friend.
There at a bar in the neighboring town it was a quiet little night with few patrons at the bar but he was there sitting with his mates from the band Oasis. Evelyn strutted up to the bar, her blond hair flowing over the shoulders, green eyes outlined in black and her lips a shade of pink.
"Can I get two mango martinis'?"
"Coming up."
She waited patiently, fixing her sexy, revealing black her top that accessorized her skin tight jeans that flared out nicely over her strappy heels. She looked to her side where Ewan sat laughing. This is where her chance to act would come in so she leaned over.
"Hi, how you are doing?" she tried to ask naturally.
The group went silent as Ewan looked her way, "Fine thanks." He turned back.
"That's good. I'm just visiting," she began nervously. "Well me and my guy friend."
"Splendid."
"Is this a good bar?"
"Yes," Ewan responded curtly.
"Cool, looked like it. Got any ideas on where to visit while we're here?"
Finally Ewan had, had enough; he turned around and snubbed out his cigarette, "Look lady, what do you really want from me, a picture, autograph?"
"I want to sleep with you," Evelyn blurted out, her cheeks burned bright while everything seemed to go still and silent.
"Do what?!"
"I want to sleep with you. Don't ask me why, except that I love you and want to fuck you," Evelyn responded.