And by 'abilities', Shawn meant that Allen had a big dick. Retarded big. Like so big that Allen even admitted that he wished it were smaller because it made having a 'real' relationship difficult. Sure girls liked to look at it - and marvel - and tell their friends about it, Allen had said. But sex for them was often painful and not something the wished to repeat. Shawn had little empathy for his friend.
This new girl had obviously heard about Allen's cock before, or perhaps was looking at it right now. Shawn could only guess, because Allen was notorious for not wearing underwear, and with his running shorts, was in the habit of 'airing it out', to most dudes' annoyance.
Shawn wished he had a big dick. Or something. He often didn't feel as if he had anything to offer chicks, least of all this one sitting across the fire from him with the beautiful brown eyes. Or at least, that's what Shawn assumed. He really didn't know what color eyes she had.
He took a sip of his beer and watched as the blond leaned into her friend and whispered something to her, before standing and making her way past Allen.
One, two, three, four... Shawn counted. And on five, he watched as Allen stood, let out a great-big bullshit yawn, and tracked after the hot blond.
Shawn smiled at the brunette who smiled back. He 'cheers-d' her from across the growing flames.