Never Better Never Worse

As he sat on the stool, he got himself a glass of whiskey, then turned to Camden. “What will you be having?”

“Great. Follow me.” He said, walking over to the bar already.

“So you’ll come with me and grab a beer.”

“I could do with that.” 

“Alright. Do you drink?”

“Started when I came here.” 

“Then let’s talk.”

“You start.” 

“If you say so.”

“I do. Very much.” 

“Too bad. I would have liked something to talk about.”

“I never said that talkin’ was off the table.” 

“Then what is it?”

“It’s really not that important.” 

“Thank you for telling me. What exactly did you want to talk about though, about the view?

“I was just messin’ with you. Besides, you’re the one who came toward me.” 

“Then you think the clients are pervs?”

“I think they have little morals.” 

“Ah okay. So you are one of the straight guys then?”

“I’d say no.” 

“Something tells me you weren’t talking about the outside view.“

“You come to expect a certain shallowness around here.” 

“Because doesn’t that make you hotter or something?”

“As much as I love being hotter, it’s not the men around here that I care about. I just.. I care about what I think of myself, not others. Besides, less people who think I look good, the less that’ll want me, which is better.”