Lil Kuchiki
I'm like a sassy beverage. Sass-parilla. eeey
Annie looked down a her bottle. Empty again. She took another, and popped the cap off. "I don't even know what antethesis means." She told him. She could guess, easily enough, but she had to... Wait, why did she say that? Oh well. "That doesn't matter." She corrected.
"Oh, so you went places with buddies? There's another problem. Girls don't like guys who travel in packs. Girls like it when boys look lonely. Believe me, I've fallen for that trick multiple times. If the only time you went anywhere was with a pack of like-minded guys, you look like the type of idiot who can't help himself so feels the need to have a bunch of friends with him. Lonely guys look like they're in the same situation, but refusing help, so girls think they can be special. Works 90% of the time." She bent back so she was laying flat on the vendor.
She sat back up rather suddenly. "I'm curious, that's why. And for the record, I was never Prom Queen, Homecoming Queen, or any of that stupid stuff. That would imply people voted for me. Plus, that Queen title is only for your senior year. You have to be the Duchess, Princess, and that crap depending on your year. And yes, partially gauging you. Back on track.
"You, Logan, need to learn to socialize. It'll be good for y-good for you." Annie wasn't sure why she was stuttering now. She felt a little hazy, though. She looked down at her bottle. Her empty bottle. She blinked at it, surprised. Three bottles, and she was still thirsy? No arguing, though. She popped another open. "Here's my plan. Next chick you see, whoever they are, jus-just ask them out. Like to a dinner theater or something. No-no, I take it back, all the girls left here are, like, children, and that's being a pedophile. Even you aren't that pervy."
"Oh, so you went places with buddies? There's another problem. Girls don't like guys who travel in packs. Girls like it when boys look lonely. Believe me, I've fallen for that trick multiple times. If the only time you went anywhere was with a pack of like-minded guys, you look like the type of idiot who can't help himself so feels the need to have a bunch of friends with him. Lonely guys look like they're in the same situation, but refusing help, so girls think they can be special. Works 90% of the time." She bent back so she was laying flat on the vendor.
She sat back up rather suddenly. "I'm curious, that's why. And for the record, I was never Prom Queen, Homecoming Queen, or any of that stupid stuff. That would imply people voted for me. Plus, that Queen title is only for your senior year. You have to be the Duchess, Princess, and that crap depending on your year. And yes, partially gauging you. Back on track.
"You, Logan, need to learn to socialize. It'll be good for y-good for you." Annie wasn't sure why she was stuttering now. She felt a little hazy, though. She looked down at her bottle. Her empty bottle. She blinked at it, surprised. Three bottles, and she was still thirsy? No arguing, though. She popped another open. "Here's my plan. Next chick you see, whoever they are, jus-just ask them out. Like to a dinner theater or something. No-no, I take it back, all the girls left here are, like, children, and that's being a pedophile. Even you aren't that pervy."