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[Isabel looks absolutely flabbergasted. She'd been called many things but "ugly" was not one of them. Even if she did look a little worse for wear.] Excuse me?

You heard me! Your ugly face is blocking the sun and I'm trying to tan my pecks sooo... move?

[ He's trying to hit on her by making her feel insecure and drawing attention to his magnificent chest at the same time. Genius move! ]

[Her eyes narrow to slits in a flash of pure fury before a terrifying smirk forms. Genius? Maybe on a less volatile female.] I don't know. You look a little overheated to me.

[And with that she picks up his drink and pours it all over his magnificent chest in her own little ~~involuntary~~ version of the Ice Bucket Challenge.]

Well now I'm going to sit here and talk to you.

[ Dennis is genuinely shocked, his new shirt is ruined... but then, he smiles at her, one eyebrow raised. Wet t-shirt competition with Dennis Reynolds as the winner? Don't mind if he does! ]

If you wanted to see my glorious nips you should've just asked me.

But you look disgusting... what's with that strange outfit? You're going to scare all the chicks away.

Excuse me, but... I am married, so you can call me "ugly" all you damned well please! It's just water off a duck's back, really...!

(This is not true, of course; I mean, she is married, but-- well, that does absolutely Nothing for her self confidence, which is perhaps down in the basement of her home, and it's back at home right now! Yes, this guy's insults are definitely getting her down...!)

[Isabel rolls her eyes and drops the glass on his stomach.] You're disgusting.

You're not picking anyone up with that fancy cleavage blouse, brosef.

Meanwhile, I have these pecs and this six pack and this amazing goddamn ass.

And I am going to stand in your sunlight and scare everyone attractive person away for the next hour.

You're the disgusting one... because you're ugly and because you spilled whiskey all over a piece of art.

Ha! I know you aren't talking about yourself.

Feeling sorry for the guy who decided to marry you... but, don't worry, I'm not above giving pity fucks to ugly chicks.

[ Dennis flashes her a grin. ] How about it? I'll take you to this high class bar that I own, take you to the back and show you the best time of your life?

I totally am... have you seen all that lean muscle?

You can't pretend you're not impressed by that in this world of obesity and sloppiness.

This cleavage blouse picked up hundreds of top notch women... you probably wear that mask because you're extremely ugly. I have the body AND the face.

Not to mention the hair and the brains. The voice, the personality-

Why would you do that?

[She quirks an eyebrow.] I don't have to pretend. I'm not impressed but I will leave you to your sunbathing.

your personality is offensive, maybe you should leave.

I don't know, the succubus queen of the Underworld thinks I'm hot shit.

Hair is for dicks with too much time to kill. My voice is goddamn amazing, it has personality.

[Wade's voice is like gasoline and gravel]

Because I don't like you and I have an hour to kill.

Edited 2014-09-03 20:48 (UTC)

Ewwwwwwww! No thank you, creeper...! I'm happily married, to a Southern Catholic gent, no less! And he's a Marine besides which... So... Yeah, I've pretty much got it made...! (except of course, for the amount of time her hubby isn't home to reassure her of how pretty she is, in times like this, when her confidence is gone...!)

[ He suddenly looks a little concerned. ]

Are you put off by how pale I am?

Maybe your face should leave... how about that?

I'm put off by how rude you are.

I'm being honest. And I can't believe you're not in the least bit interested in my pecs... are you a lesbian? If so, that's awesome. You're one of the non-fat ones.

Are you making that shit up? Imaginary girlfriends are for losers... I bang real chicks.

Well, I don't like you either. Are you in some kind of gimp suit or what?

I have her picture in my phone.

Super hero suit. Protects my secret identity. Also good for doing magic tricks in, could totally show you one for free.

Oh my god! [If she had something else to throw at him, she totally would.] I can't even... good bye. [If she didn't leave now, she was probably going to hit him.]