[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] North Of Newnan (Veterans Memorial Park - Corner of Temple Ave. & Jackson St.) [/center][hr][hr]

Well...shit. This was not what Alexander had thought would happen. Thalia's reaction was loud and clear; his luck and social skills had clearly passed for now, and they were not happy with him. Well Thalia wasn't, while Lola had refrained from barking at him. More than that, he wasn't sure what she was talking about. 'Mansplain'? What was that supposed to mean?  And what the heck was he to do now?

[color=662d91]"Yes ma'am. Sorry ma'am."[/color] said with a somewhat similar flatness to his voice as Thalia, though he was really sorry. Shit, had he forgotten how to be normal and not to lecture others? Or was it just that this generation was as thin-skinned as he thought, not able to take a joke, good or bad. But as he climbed back up onto the tank as instructed, he again concluded that it was his fault, Because she was right. God damnit, she was right and he was wrong. Hadn't he been in their company and made a damned fool of himself already, he'd hit himself. 

Instead Alexander sat down at the back of the tank, now determined not to fuck up anymore than he already had by now. Though he didn't think it'd help, the damage was already done and his destination determined. The best he could do now was to shut up. As he sat at the back, he pulled out a worn-out picture from his pocket alongside what looked like a rosary. And while he was quiet to the two others, he began to pray for himself. Not that he had any faith that He liked him anymore than the two ladies with him.