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Sing A Song Of Sixpence
Whoa, damn. That one hurt, straight up stinger. Convo took an icky direction real fast, even more so than watching that dude eat. Like, yeah, it was his own damn fault for even bringing up family and stuff in the first place, tellin' his life's story to a stranger like his name was Forrest Gump. Still though, thinking about what Bradman said, fucking nasty business.

Like, he was gonna make his folks proud either way, right? Do his thing, do it the best he could, end of story. Hadn't really thought about it too much in a while, no fun in it, so why torture himself with the thought? Kinda brought back all those fucking anxiety-ass self-doubts now, all that shit he talked about with his sis. For real though, gettin' all worked up now was stupid, best to just leave it at that and do a switcherooney of topic. Crossin' into dangerous territory, so they were.

Not really Bradley's fault though, dude didn't know which of his buttons he should avoid pressin' after all. Prolly just made a shitty joke or something. That grin though, that fucking slobbery grin on the guy. Wasn't makin' fun of him, was he? Backhanded way of callin' him a loser, sayin' his family wouldn't be proud and shit. Like...nah, was prolly readin' way too much into it, so he was. He'd give him the benefit of the doubt on this one.

Aiden shifted his position, now leaning back, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, though trying to look relaxed nonetheless. "Like...sorry man, I don't really wanna dive any deeper here, y'see? Brought it up myself, I know, minus five points for me. Just, startin' to penetrate my comfort zone here, know what I'm sayin'? So...yeah, change of topic would be fan-frickedy-tastic right about now."

Tiny Vessels
As soon as his chin came close to making contact with Kizi's "uppercut", Aiden's facial features began to become distorted with simulated pain - all in slow mo, of course.

He grinned when he was finished, then licked his lips with delight. "Had to add that, Zee Zee. Y'know, since I'm Irish n' all. Mel O'Dramatic, you with me?" Had to watch out. One more of those and he'd risk cashing in some real punches. Pun-ishment, more like. Heh, he really was on fire tonight. Wondered what the other two thought of it though. Doubted Miss Snarky would like it all that much, but maybe -

Nevermind, off they went. Almost didn't even notice them leaving, all busy with entertaining his "date." Whatever, not like he was gonna miss'em much anyway. That Conrad dude was surprisingly okay, dull as Dutch ducks, sure, but at least not all stuck-up royalty like. Woulda expected worse, really. So little pleasant surprise there, at least.

Calamity Jane though, Big C, she was...not really scary, no, not like he was afraid of tall ladies. Couldn't tell what her deal was, maybe she didn't like him, maybe she was just all shy. Or maybe she really did just want to dance, get her groove on. Some peeps' personalities completely changed when they did specific things, all flip-floppity like. Maybe it was the same deal with her. Not his business anyway, so whatevs. 'slong as Kizi was still around, there would be no complainies from him.

"So much for that. Lovely bunch, aren‘t they?", he smirked, looking at his friend. "Looks like we scared'em off with our display of domestic violence." He shrugged, then took a second to look at his wrist watch. Still helluva lot of time to go, evening had only just started, really. Had to do something though, with dancing not being an option. Maybe get something to drink. Sounded like a good start.

"So, whaddaya say we go get ourselves something to wet our throats with, hm?"