[He's kidding because a friendly greeting might come off as too friendly. Shit. He keeps talking to so many people. Why is it that he's not feeling any less lonely...]
I made a few comments about a stripper being fat. And I stand by those comments. If you're going to take off your clothes for a fucking living, then at the very least have the decency to work out. Jog a little. Get in fucking shape.
White waits outside of Duke's Daisy. He's in a light weight jacket and jeans. He's going through his second cigarette. It's been really easy to suck em down the past few days. Chain smoking hasn't been something he's capable of, at least not before.
The bass from the music thuds. When was the last time he came to a place like this anyway?]
[A nod. This place can probably take smokers so without further ado, in they go. The music might be loud enough to minimize conversation or give him a chance to selectively not hear things.]
[He just raises his eyebrows. Not everyone has magic hot nice guy who is just dangerous enough to not be able to take home to mom pheromones oozing from his skin. Especially not Pink.]
Whatever. You know this coin system shit really goes to hell when strippers are involved.
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