[Event Post]

[triade_oscura]

::Perhaps you're going through a dingier part of town. Well, if you are, you're in luck. You find a bitchy blonde Cacuasian chick with a golf club whacking golf balls at cans arranged on an old wooden fence. She seems to miss regularly, and seems rather freaking irritated, cussing repeatedly.

She's in blue shorts and a grey sweatshirt and cheap sneakers as well. Though what's more baffling is the fact she's got a handgun strapped in a holster to her left leg. What a frightening woman. You should admonish her, or just stare in disbelief at her.::

Comments

[token_l]

*Yasu is walking to her favorite bar, which is conveniently located in the dingy part of town! That being said, she's dressed up in her business casual outfit, a pencil skirt, heels, and a blouse.

She stops to stare at what the blonde is doing. Oh, it's that bluh bluh huge bitch that's been bothering her.*

Your aim is worse than your personality.

[triade_oscura]

Says the bitch wearing the skirt that makes her fat ass look even more bloated.

::Swings, the balls whacking the fence, as she curses very rude un-lady-like words..::

[token_l]

At least I'm dressed nicely rather than wearing some ratty-ass clothes. What the hell are you doing anyway out here? I thought you only go near the fancy rich parts of town?

[triade_oscura]

I go wherever there's something strong. This side of town stinks of it at the moment.

And I like my clothes, thank you very much, Queen Lardass.

::Whack, the cans rattle as the fence jangles, but they're not falling, as if afraid to.::

[token_l]

It also literally stinks. Because you're here, Lady Bitchtits.

What are you even doing?

[triade_oscura]

Wow, the cheap cum in your head must make you stupid. I'm playing hit the can.

::Says it like it's completely obvious.::

[token_l]

You are an AWFULLY classy bitch, did you know that? I mean you are SO sophisticated playing a game by yourself involving garbage and golf balls. Really.

*She snerks amusingly.*

[triade_oscura]

Garbage, Golf balls, and the fence, you stupid whore. Or are you that fucking blind?

::Whacks, rattling the fence, none of the cans fall.::

[token_l]

*Rolls her eyes at Gwen's constant insults.*

You're not particularly good at it, either way.

[triade_oscura]

Only 'cuz you don't know the rules, "Ms. Fatass looking for a fuck". We both know noone'll touch you, and you'll go home and eat a carton of ice cream.

::Smacks, hitting a can, and cursing with victory.::

[token_l]

...

*Well, it's not like that she isn't telling the truth. Yasu already has done that the last time she encountered Gwen. That comment might have shaken her up a little bit.*

Plenty of people would touch me, I don't know what you're talking about.

[triade_oscura]

Uh huh. Why the pause? If it didn't matter, it wouldn't sting so hard. No matter what you do, no one'll touch you. 'specially not a woman, you filthy freak.

::Goes to pick up the can and put it back.::

[token_l]

...Well. I don't see people lining up to touch you. Maybe that's cause no one likes a miserable condescending bitch.

[triade_oscura]

I ain't after Sex, unlike you, whore.

::Thumbs at herself.::

[token_l]

I can accept that I'm a whore, and that all I'm after is sex, and that I do get sex, so your point about no one touching me is invalid, Miss Gwen.

*Thumbs at herself.*

[triade_oscura]

Says the cow that hasn't gotten any in ages.

[token_l]

I've gotten plenty lately. You don't know my sex life.

[triade_oscura]

You ain't glowin', so yer lyin'.

[token_l]

....

Not everyone glows after sex.

*But she hasn't had much game at all, lately.*

[triade_oscura]

Excuses, fat ass.

[token_l]

Okay, fine! I haven't had it in a while! Like weeks now! But I do have a life outside of whoring myself out, like a real job.

[triade_oscura]

Probably some shitty OL or Intern job with no hope for the future.

[token_l]

...Yeah you're right, it is a shitty office job, I'll give you that.