WahWahWahHahWah

*finger snap*

Hey doll, could a Boomerang Flower on the rocks please?

Yeah. Yeah. I'm sure. Trust me dear, it just ain't a Triple Red Shell Shots kind of night.

*glass clink*

Thanks, doll.

(pause)

(annoyed) Quit your staring! Don't you have other customers to take care of?

*sigh* Whatever, doll. Fine. Oogle me. It's not like I haven't done with dance a few times before.

Just don't ask me to do the cry. I like to save that for special occasions. And you're no peach.

So, unless you've got some coin, staring won't get you anywhere. I don't do 1 vs 1 anymore. At least not since that party.

Yeah, I know. I'm popular. But I've honestly never understood the appeal.

Why do they all flock to me? All that I ever wanted to do was play a simple game of doubles. And somehow it led to this.

I know that I'm amazing, but I never wanted this. I'm meant to be hated. Not adored.

And I hate that you want me right now. I hate it so Wa-damn much. So, take those bedroom eyes and...

WAAH-Fuck it. I don't care what they say. If you want to brawl, then doll lets brawl.