girl, you're dancing with the devil

It was sarcasm, y’know, that thing I lace my voice with every second I can. Go hire a stripper or a prostitute, or pick up another girl from a coffee shop or a club. Maybe then you’ll stop drooling over Skye. I sure don’t see anything special. Just a boy who thinks the world is his playground. You seemed pretty damn keen on wasting all your hot breath on me that night.

Maybe if you didn't lace that shit anymore I'd actually like you. The chicks at the coffee shop are the sweetest girls ever, rather too easy to get into their pants while I enjoy a challenge. Wow, you're really bringing up Skye? We had a smoke on the balcony and talked about clubbing, we're totally flirting, aren't we? Someone is fucking jealous and watching over my life. And here we go bringing up that night once again. I'm over it, Beth, I really am. We were drunk, we fucked, that's it. Nothing more. Though the fact you're still trying to get something out of me makes me wonder what the hell is going on in that head of yours. 

God, don’t you fucking dare. I don’t need the shit they leave lying around the apartment complex every single day. I didn’t ask for it, why the hell would I want your life story, Jet? It’s not like it’s anything interesting. 

Why not? You suggested it and it sounds like a great idea. Plus, strippers in NYC are hot as fuck and not trashy at all. That's where you're wrong. The life of Jet Hyatt is one of a kind, and definitely worth telling. Except, I have no patience to waste my breath on you Beth. 

Let me guess, a prostitute? Your own team of strippers? What, tell me, because I am just so deeply intrigued by the life of Jet Hyatt.

Fuck, my own team of strippers wasn't even lingering in my head, but now that you mention it it's not that bad of an idea. Why the hell do I need to tell you my life story? 

I’ve been transfixed by the idea of baking to help get through all this leisure time. This can’t be healthy…

If you need to get rid of all the goods you make, my door is open and I'm not one to cook.