[ She can relate to that, too, but she’s not yet ready to admit it aloud. ] Why do y’let that bother you? Somewhere there’s a snot-nosed punk callin’ him old. It’s all relative.
If someone poked fun of my age, I’d rub all the fun I was havin’ in their face, just for spite.
[ She spares him a skeptical look over the rim of her cup; he doesn't look all that old to her, and yet it’s possible he’s ageless, a walking relic in shiny new paint.
And then she nearly chokes on her drink. ] Darlin’, if I got ‘nailed’ twice in one day, I wouldn’t be mopin’ about it…
What makes you say that? There’s always somebody younger… Faster, and stronger. I’m no exception t’that, even if I have got a baby-face.
Do I? [ It was an honest mistake, but now that he’s blushing, she’s gonna go for the kill. ] ‘Cause it sounded t’me like you were havin’ quite th’time. What kinda party was it? Twins? Or swingers? And why wasn’t I invited?
Listen, if you really need t’feel like an extra on th’set of Baywatch, try visiting an old-folks home. [ Or a funeral home she thought, but kept to herself. ] Otherwise, quit yer belly-achin’.
You will be the absolute death of me! [He could cry, at the very least he's all huffy.
He really could just die a little.]
I don't think I ever could. Imagine me, at an orgy. How strange would I look? Looming over naked bodies. I'm a mood killer by myself let alone in a group.
Can’t be helped. I see an upstandin’ citizen, such as yourself, with good manners and I think to myself I’m gonna turn his day t’shit. How’m I doin’, so far?
If there was ever any doubt that you’ve never been, the idea that looming is th’worst y’could do in an orgy would be all the proof I ever needed. Y’know what that is? That’s a gross misperception.
Well it's certainly not shit but it is weirder than average.
What is the worst thing you could do at an orgy? It's what would happen! I wouldn't know what to do so I'd just stand there awkwardly. Trying to figure out where I'd fit in to it all.
Stickin’ without askin’. Not listenin’ to yer partner, obviously… [ A thoughtful look. ] Or bein’ squeamish, I suppose. If you’re th’sort t’ask “Why is everything so sticky?” it probably ain’t gonna work out for you…
If you’re worried about bein’ a wallflower, I promise, somebody would figure it out for you.
Please don't, I think my poor brain couldn't take it.
Okay I might not know anything about orgies but if anyone goes to an orgy and doesn't know why its sticky you're right, it isn't going to work out. [Even he knows it'd be a sticky, sweaty, mess and he's never even thought about it.]
Oh yeah someone would certainly look at me and go "I'd like to ride that beanstalk. I'm havin' that." [An over exasperated eye roll is heading your way.] I'd get asked to leave in a heartbeat. "Excuse me sir you're awkward energy is giving the room bad vibes..." Is more like it.
See? You’ve already got th’orgy etiquette more or less pegged. [ She smirks at her own double-entendres.
At that, Oni let’s out an unflattering bark of laughter. ] —Oh, you’re serious. Wait, so your argument is you’re too tall to bone? Does that make me extra fuckable because I’m… Not tall? [ We don’t say “short” in Oni’s presence unless we’re looking to get kneecapped. ]
[Even he has to smile at that though.] Too bad I'll never use it.
That's not the only reason. I'm pale, I'm boney, I have a three pack, and I have a potato for a personality. Should I go on? The list can get wider. [He doesn't wanna be kneecapped.]
[ She holds her hands up in mock surrender; The goal here wasn’t to send him down a spiral of self-flagellation. ] If it ain’t your cup of tea, that’s your prerogative. No one’s gonna hold a gun to yer head and make you get gross with a bunch of strangers.
All I’m sayin’ is right now, someone, somewhere, is jackin’ off to th’thought of a pale, bony potato with a three-pack. I’ll leave it at that.
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... [He frowns and throws his hands up.]
Okay, okay. I'm a stick in the mud. But still! I'm so sad sometimes when the times, they are a ch-chaaanging.
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I don’t suppose there’s somethin’ specific changing that’s got your proverbial panties all bunched up?
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Just places I remember from being younger disappearing. It’s so strange. I hate it a little.
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Much as it pains me t’admit it, I can see where you’re comin’ from.
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But it didn’t have to happen on the same day.
I went out on the town for the first time in ages. All my haunts are gone, I was already damaged and then… I got called old. [He sighs dramatically.]
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If someone poked fun of my age, I’d rub all the fun I was havin’ in their face, just for spite.
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Well I doubt anyone can poke fun at you for age! So at least you won’t ever have to worry about that.
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And then she nearly chokes on her drink. ] Darlin’, if I got ‘nailed’ twice in one day, I wouldn’t be mopin’ about it…
What makes you say that? There’s always somebody younger… Faster, and stronger. I’m no exception t’that, even if I have got a baby-face.
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That's true. But I don't need to be reminded of it jeez~
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Listen, if you really need t’feel like an extra on th’set of Baywatch, try visiting an old-folks home. [ Or a funeral home she thought, but kept to herself. ] Otherwise, quit yer belly-achin’.
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[She's cruel.]
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Sorry, y’did say it was twice in one day, not two at a time. So th’lucky duckies were unrelated, then.
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No twins. And I’ve certainly never… with two separate people on the same day. That is not how any of this works.
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Not big into orgies then, I take it?
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Never been to one. Likely never will.
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Y’just gotta meet th’right people. Th’in-crowd. [ Or the in-and-out crowd. She amuses herself. ]
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He really could just die a little.]
I don't think I ever could. Imagine me, at an orgy. How strange would I look? Looming over naked bodies. I'm a mood killer by myself let alone in a group.
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If there was ever any doubt that you’ve never been, the idea that looming is th’worst y’could do in an orgy would be all the proof I ever needed. Y’know what that is? That’s a gross misperception.
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What is the worst thing you could do at an orgy?
It's what would happen! I wouldn't know what to do so I'd just stand there awkwardly. Trying to figure out where I'd fit in to it all.
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Stickin’ without askin’. Not listenin’ to yer partner, obviously… [ A thoughtful look. ] Or bein’ squeamish, I suppose. If you’re th’sort t’ask “Why is everything so sticky?” it probably ain’t gonna work out for you…
If you’re worried about bein’ a wallflower, I promise, somebody would figure it out for you.
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Okay I might not know anything about orgies but if anyone goes to an orgy and doesn't know why its sticky you're right, it isn't going to work out. [Even he knows it'd be a sticky, sweaty, mess and he's never even thought about it.]
Oh yeah someone would certainly look at me and go "I'd like to ride that beanstalk. I'm havin' that." [An over exasperated eye roll is heading your way.] I'd get asked to leave in a heartbeat. "Excuse me sir you're awkward energy is giving the room bad vibes..." Is more like it.
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See? You’ve already got th’orgy etiquette more or less pegged. [ She smirks at her own double-entendres.
At that, Oni let’s out an unflattering bark of laughter. ] —Oh, you’re serious. Wait, so your argument is you’re too tall to bone? Does that make me extra fuckable because I’m… Not tall? [ We don’t say “short” in Oni’s presence unless we’re looking to get kneecapped. ]
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[Even he has to smile at that though.] Too bad I'll never use it.
That's not the only reason. I'm pale, I'm boney, I have a three pack, and I have a potato for a personality. Should I go on? The list can get wider. [He doesn't wanna be kneecapped.]
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[ She holds her hands up in mock surrender; The goal here wasn’t to send him down a spiral of self-flagellation. ] If it ain’t your cup of tea, that’s your prerogative. No one’s gonna hold a gun to yer head and make you get gross with a bunch of strangers.
All I’m sayin’ is right now, someone, somewhere, is jackin’ off to th’thought of a pale, bony potato with a three-pack. I’ll leave it at that.
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[It's so easy to do. He's a potato.] It's not. I like more, one on one focused stuff.
That poor person.