toxicity--

It’s my birthday and I’ll wish for Josh Hartnett if I want to, okay?

So--... you don't want your present, in that case? Because I'm 'fraid to say, not even I could secure Josh Hotnett for your highness.

Harrison Sinclair let you have a dog? Color me shocked. I’ve thought about getting a dog before but they just require so much fucking effort, y’know? Hanson is basically self-sufficient— when I’m not feeding him, bathing him, loving him and picking up his shit out of a box. Dogs, hamsters, babies…so damn needy.

For a grand total of two months. Apparently ol' Spike was a jolly big distraction. Because at eleven, school work is the most important thing, obviously. Babies? Hold your horses,there, Al. We're talking about dogs. Y'know? Woof, woof? I'll have no talk of children in my presence, thank you very much.

"Somehow, I just have a feeling that if something as classy like that opens here in Bristol, it will be like a ghost town. Citizens here seem like the more rowdy type than the rich, classy type. Yeah, you’re right, I guess, somewhere outside of Bristol. So, you’re into that thing, then? Sorry, I just assumed you’d prefer the usual noisy kind of bar."

"I'm not disagreeing with you on that. The people here act as if it's wrong to be more than a poverty-stricken bum with a coke addiction. I wouldn't necessarily say I'm into that kind of thing, it's just the familiar."

"It’s a stinking bar with only pedos and stoners to keep you company or grab your crotch from behind. If classy is what you want, then you should probably leave."

"Which one are you, then?" Nate paused, finishing the glass in his hand. "The pedo or the stoner?"

You do realize you’re in Bristol, yeah? Not exactly the epitome of class. 

I can read a map, yes. 

Honestly? 

The only way to make something as trivial as Ashlee Simpson's natural hair colour, worth talking about-- is to lie about it, Bella.

Sorry to disappoint

Unless you, personally own this shit-hole, I wouldn't blame it on you.

"What exactly does classy mean to you? Clean and expensive-looking interior, imported alcohol and crystal clear glasses? I’m afraid it might be kind of impossible to find something like that these days. Unless you’re an old dude."

"That's exactly what I'd call classy; black tie, glass slippers, chandeliers, the works. And it is possible to find. I mean-- not in Bristol, obviously, but in other corners of the globe, classy does exist."

And in the land of gold mankinis and dogs that fit in your purse they told you it was overflowing with class here? That worries me.

In my defence, the only dog I ever had, was a St. Bernard.

"Not the definition of classy but we’re working on it. I would of noticed it as soon as I walked in but hey, I’m not the one who decided to stay."

"I'd work harder, in that case."

"Go ahead, I’m not sure why anyone would wanna buy this shithole anyway but suit yourself. There is a rumor my boss hides dead bodies in the walls so watch out. Of course, I can’t say no to that anyway considering the drunker you get the more I get paid."

"Not for any particular reason, love. Just for the thrill of the purchase, or something equally materialistic."

"Sorry I only take orders and make sure you keep drinking. You might wanna talk to our manager about that. Or some of the "classy" people here."

"Maybe I will. Maybe I'll buy the damn place, turn into a second garage, or something."