#this did

whoops my hand seems to have slipped for 12 1/2 hours

my bad

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WHO IS THISSSSS

AA Guy: uhhhhhhhhh yeah ethically that’s a line I won’t cross

Rue: *smirks* what if I suck your dick?

AA Guy: *looks around* like, in my car?

Rue: I’m 17 you fucking creep. Now sign the slip

AA Guy: *signs hurredly*

Once upon a time there was a girl who just wanted to fucking sleep.

She hasn't slept since 2am and she is very tired.

As she settles on the sofa in the hospital waiting room she enjoys a great bout of sketching, video games and apple juice.

A man walks in - a Hasidic Jew as she can tell by his appearance. This detail has no bearing on his character - but addressing him as "creepy man" could easily confuse him with another character that will join this tale.

The girl waves and greets him to her small corner in the waiting room where she has taken the time to make a makeshift bed from the sofa and a couple of pillows.

Naturally, the man wants to strike up conversation. She entertains him. He asks what nationality she is. He goes on to talk about how many Jewish people there are in Cuba, and how he has personally helped people financially. She realizes he is only trying to show off.

Next walks in the real Creepy Man - his son.

The man continues to make conversation with the girl, but she notices the son has hardly said a word. In fact, even when his father talks, he stares at her.

Another joins - a woman, friends with the two, but the girl cannot decipher their relationship other than concluding that she is not the man's wife.

She is pleasant for the few short moments she is there, the man exchanging words with her in a language the girl didn't even notice wasn't English by how quietly they were talking.

The woman leaves.

The son leaves.

The man asks if the girl has a boyfriend.

She says no. Like a fool. Like a damned fool.

He continues the conversation saying to be with smart guys because only smart guys are good guys. Don't date someone who is sick, he says. He recites the change in deaths due to AIDS. She tries to look like she's enjoying the conversation.

He asks if she can cook.

She says no.

She realizes that this man is scoping out a woman for his son.

She picks up her stuff and tries to leave, claiming she has to go check on her father. She respectfully extends a hand and thanks him for an interesting conversation.

She thinks she can shake his hand and leave.

But no.

"I do not shake hands," he says.

She bites her tongue and retracts her hand back to her bunched up belongings she haphazardly snatched up, aiming to go straight to her father's room.

The man goes on to explain his religious customs.

She nods and thanks him for the lesson.

The man keeps talking.

And talking.

And talking.

The man picks up that she only wants to go so she can sleep, and tells her she is free to remain on the sofa in the room.

Hell no, she says to herself. Hell fucking no.

She leaves the pillows behind, does not so much as look behind her, and leaves before the dreaded son comes back.

The girl steps into the room where her parents are staying and shuts the door behind her.

"I don't want to marry your fucking son," she says out loud to no one.