Alistair Kirkland, let out a huge breath of smoke, as he peered down over the couch arm to see his friend (your name) flipping open a laptop screen.
“What are ye doin'?” he asked, his thick accent made her want to swoon.
“I want to ask you some questions.” she answered, hoping her friend would agree instead of finding a bypass to avoid it.
“Fine then.” he grumbled. “But be quick.”
By then, (your name) was already on the apparent 'site' and began to scroll down the page.
“Is is true that Scottish are all gingers?”
Alistair looked to the top of his head to see a little glimpse of his red hair. He already knew he had RED hair, but the question (your name) just said sounded dumb.
“No lass. Not all Scottish are...'gingers'.”
(Your name) gave him a cute smiled, before continuing down the page. Alistair, however still didn't get the idea.
“All Scottish people eat haggis?”
“No (your name).” Alistair rolled his eyes. “Shouldn't you have kn-”
“Are Scottish obsessed with bagpipes?”
“Of course not.” Alistair was already getting furious. “Anyone should know that. It's just a...”
By the time he finally looked over at her laptop screen, he saw 'Scottish Stereotypes' as the title, and went down in a list as a bunch of different stereotypes.
“Why are ya lookin' these up?”
“Do Scottish men get drunk all the time?”
Alistair was taken back a moment. Not because of the question, but because he never noticed how cute she was before. (Your name) then looked up at him, expecting an answer.
“N-no lass'.” he replied, trying to his his sudden emotions. “Scots don't get drunk all the time.”
“One last question then.” (your name) replied, seeing as how looked very uncomfortable.
She closed her laptop, and looked the Scotsman right in the eyes.
“Is is true Scottish men wear skirts?”
There was a long moment of silence, before Alistair smirked.
“Look at my trousers (your name).” he replied.
Without thinking, she scanned him up and down, before her eyes widened and turned away.
She had just technically 'checked him out'. That was all his plan.
“Haha your funny lass.” he wrapped an arm around her. “But you know what would be even better than be wearing a 'skirt'?”
She tried to push his arm off, but it ended up sticking to her like glue. It didn't look like he was going to let her go any time soon.
He looked down at her and winked, causing a blush to creep to her face.
"O' by the' wey (your name)."
She gave the Scotsman a quick glance before seeing another smirk on his face.
"It's called a Kilt."