[@Lmpkio][@Silvan Haven]

[color=gray][b]Jason Alexander[/b][/color]

Even as she made her way as far from the mean and nasty questions as she could get, I stared her down the entire way. Even if she would just take her ball and go home, that meant I won by default. Not once had she spun an alibi that held up under more than a half-second of critical thought, anyway, and from the look of things, she'd resorted already to vague threats on what I could only assume was either my life or my balls.

Because it's always one of the two, with women.

If I didn't feel such a disdain on principle towards her, I'd almost liken it to taking candy from a toddler.

[color=gray]"Press could just be in their pocket."[/color] I countered, affixing his impassive expression with a plain frown. I could all but see the gears in his head working.

He wanted to do something about that. Put it on that big "Ways I Should Change the World" list he'd talked about every now and again.

Hey now, don't you know that's the kind of mentality that produces despots? Really, man, you'd better know how to keep that grand ambition in check.

In any case, I returned to my usual slouch, shoving my hands back into their cozy little pockets. If I was lucky, which I can be to a surprising degree at times, I'd never run into the bitch again anyway. Left a poor taste in my mouth.

I know there's probably a few people thinking to themselves that it takes one to know one right now, and to them, I'll ask if they had paid any fucking attention to me 'till now. I know full-well I'm a bottom-feeder. Hell, I kinda take pride in being a perfect example.

Still didn't mean bottom-feeders don't disgust me.

But now I've got myself rambling. Back to the story.

I tossed my head back out towards the street proper. [color=gray]"Musty in here."[/color] I mumbled, explaining my reasoning for turning back out and beginning to walk.