what’s a pretty thing like you doing around here? at some point it stops stinging like acid, stops rolling on his body like slime and starts buzzing like a bee. it’s always the same. spare him the derogatory projection that he’s asking for it, he’s working for christ’s sake. he has to wear it even when it’s below two degrees outside. that’s an exaggeration but beside the point. the point is why can’t they take break? don’t they get tired? doesn’t keeping so much blood in their dicks and not in their heads get exhausting? it’s not out of pure cockiness that he turns around so quickly, but out of anger coming from recognition. might as well be a fucking reflex and he whips around as fast as such.

“hey buddy, hey, did you leave your catcalls in a 1980′s music video? hey hey, how about you get your manners out your dick, your head out your fantasies and get the fuck on.” now whether they were referring to him or the girl beside him is entirely up to interpretation.

For the consecutive days that she’d been sleeping less than 4 hours, not much registered apart from the upcoming projects there were preparing for. Whether it was for debut (and a real one this time), she wasn’t entirely sure. She was handpicked along with the rest of the girls she’d been training with for years so there weren’t necessarily any big changes. All she was seriously worried about was how it was going to be accepted by the general public. She could picture it in her head as early as now, and that’s exactly what she was doing amid the frantic declaration of the strange male next to her.

An ear to the left and another to the opposite direction. Oblivious to what was going on, first comes her hand rested on her chest in perplex. She wasn’t sure what to make out of the situation. Is he talking to me? She thinks to herself, blinking rapidly while analyzing the features of the male spewing profanities at the stranger next to her. She did that! Just in case he pulls something else, something physical; to remember what he’d look like if ever there needed to be police involved. She was tired and her brain was fried. If she could slip away from the commotion, she would but she seemed to be the reason it was happening. 

“Hey now…” she says as calmly as possible, though with exhaustion lingering in her voice. “I don’t think he was saying that to you…” She follows up. She didn’t exactly catch what was said in the first place but for the sake of settlement, she’s saying whatever seemed appropriate to ease the tension that she really didn’t need at the moment.