I’ve heard that a lot, actually. Most people think I’m going to assault them, but I think it’s just the way I look. I refuse to change to fit society, I suppose. *chuckles* Fair enough.
I assumed as much, it’s a bit hard to miss. You keep doing you though, mate, that’s what more people need to do. Unless they’re just fucking pricks by nature, then it’s best they conform. *nods* It’s gotten me this far in life, I’ll have you know ninety percent of my tips come from my “spunk”.
Pleasure’s all mine. Usually when I meet a female, they stutter, and I really do not know why. *motions to his full body* This is unappealing. But you’re not afraid to speak your mind, and I like that.
Probably because you spook ‘em. Incase you haven’t been told before, which I doubt, you’ve got 2005 punk rock for a body, and it could be intimidating. I work with blokes worse than you though, so I’m not going to bat a lash. Why shouldn’t I speak my mind? My commentary on the world is just too good to keep to myself. *laughs*
*smiles, sticking his hand out* I’m Salem.
*shakes his hand lightly* Again, Kenzie. Pleasure to meetcha.
*nods, sighing* Sorry about the princess comment earlier. As you can tell, I get combative. I’m attempting to fix that but not much helps.
*pauses, smiling* See, not many guys apologize for it, so I suppose I’ll keep you off the shit list. Ain’t nothing wrong with having a little fight in you. I like it.
I dunno, really. This is the only instance where I’ve gotten to sit down and think about it.
It was a rhetorical question, the answer is no. Call your mate up, ask him out for a pint, and it’ll be water under the bridge.
which brings us back to the part where I said I felt like shit about it.
Is that helping anything, feeling like shit?
Either way, he could’ve just told me that he had them. There’s no need to lie to me, because that obviously just caused more of an issue.
Still, it’s nothing to get your panties in a twist over. Not the end of the world. Ain’t like he was planting spliff wherever he could around the place. That would be a problem
I’m far from straight-edge, Princess. The main reason I freaked is because he brought the drugs into my shop. I don’t give a shit if he does them, I just don’t want them in my shop. The freak-out could’ve also been avoided had he not lied to me about it.
Oi, m’name’s Kenzie, not princess. Watch it, slim. Y’know the boys in blue wouldn’t give you shit for having him in your shop, as far as they know, you hardly even know the guy. Boys will be boys, and that involves lying, I’d think.
*sighs, scratching his forehead* It’s not really eating me so much as it’s upsetting me. I have a close friend who wandered into my shop high off his ass the other day, and I kinda blew up at him. I’ve never done that before, but something just set me off and I feel like shit for it.
*furrows her brow* Are you one of those guys? That get’s all ‘straight-edge or die’ on his mates? Because in my opinion, it isn’t your business what your pal puts in his pipe.