who's afraid of the big bad wolf?

“Work, school, and subjection to social interaction… the usual, really.”

“Okay so starting at point A and ignoring point C entirely because, rude, where do you work?”

“Ah, sure…”

“So where’s your future ulcer coming from?”

“..—-I… I don’t have to explain myself to y-you…”

“No, you don’t. But it still seems like polite is the way to go. Manners maketh man, after all.”

“For some reason, I hadn’t exactly pictured you as the ‘polite conversation’ type.”

“I tend not to be. But cocky asshole doesn't seem like the right approach for someone who has point blank run from me before.”

“I hadn’t realised I was under the scrutinizing eyes of the student body. But if it really is a concern of yours, and it shouldn’t, I’m a little stressed. I don’t really have time for.. whatever it is you’re doing.”

“Making boringly polite conversation? By all means, don’t let me hold you up, then.”

“Ah—-.. peachy.”

“Really? Because you’re some smudged mascara and a pair of heels in hand away from being the perfect portrait of distress.”

“..—-…”

“Everything alright?”

“…—-I-I, pants are on.. y-yeah..”

“You seem super eager to get rid of me.”

“I’m in a mood, he’s not as bad as I’m making him out to be right now. Nope, no, I’ll pass on the bonding. Really? How long have you had her?”

“If you say so, not my place to judge. Only a couple of weeks, I’m working on it.”

“She’s my boyfriend’s best friend and I’m pretty sure they’re both in love with each other…so yes. What did you name her?”

“This boy sounds less and less appealing by the second. Now you two have something in common to bond over.Haven’t decided yet.”

“Sort of; I’m not a fan. I think we would have had a beautiful fake marriage. You didn’t even get it to sell it? What kind of reptile is she?”

“Bad blood? It would have been lovely, but c’est la vie. An endangered spiny lizard. Very pretty.”

“Oh, god. Why is that girl everywhere? I just find the idea of a fake marriage amusing. That must have been a hell of a reptile.”

“You know her? Just think. we could be fake married at this very second if the cards had fallen differently. She’s beautiful, totally worth the risk. I’m keeping her.”

“How could she not ask? I would have asked. What’s her name? What were you smuggling?”

“Sally Carrer, and you’re taking this fake marriage a lot more seriously than I am. Illegally obtained cash and an exotic reptile.”

“Do you enjoy it? What you do? Does your fake wife know about it all?”

“I do. I like being good at things, and this is something I’m good at. Best not to get too specific. She helped me with that one particular situation and I gave her ten percent, but she doesn’t know the details. She didn’t ask.”

“Sounds dangerous. How do you just fall into things like that? And do you usually tell people you barely know about it? Seems risky.”

“Contacts. No, this is highly atypical, but what are you going to do? It isn’t like you know what I’m doing, or where, or with whom.”

“……..Sure. Gonna end up answering the question? Or is it a hopeless cause on my end?”

“I fell into certain things when I got here. Drugs, some money laundering, hired two freelance hackers. I’m not cut out for nine to five work on top of school and I’m accustomed to a certain lifestyle.”

“Maybe. I don’t really know. So….yes to all then.”

“Nope. How about that second drink?”