"Its Sexual Sunday!”
"Why is it so hard to get laid!"
"Maybe you just don’t have the right kind of personality? I personally have had no problem with getting laid."
"Is it midnight already? Hm. I think I’ll make myself a drink."
Wallace Wells: If you want something bad, you have to fight for it. Step up your game, Scott. Break out the L-word.
Scott Pilgrim: Lesbian?
Wallace Wells: The other L-word.
Scott Pilgrim: …Lesbians?
Wallace likes to start things.
"Wallace Wells. Drunk homosexual."
"No, I do not want any of the crappy products you sell. I already have to to try sell them to people myself. I don't need to be badgered by other telemarketers."
Dan* kicked his feet up on his desk, “Just doing my job, sir. Doesn’t matter what your occupation is, if you’re listed in our company records, you’re going on our list of numbers to call.”
"Besides, we’re willing to match any of the competitor’s prices. How could you pass up such a deal?~
"Oh.." Dan* said, his error staring him in the face, and he pulled at his collar before he continued with the conversation, "I apologize. I wasn’t aware you had been added to the list." he inwardly cursed himself for his ignorance.
"I think they’ve swapped over to a stress toy of some sort.." He thought about it, envisioning a worm-shaped piece of foam, and he cringed to himself. "Of course, I could be wrong. I’d have to check."
Wallace chose to ignore how incredibly stupid what the man on the other end of the line was saying. Not aware his ass. “Don’t bother checking. I’m not interested. And make sure you calling me doesn’t happen again.”
Catarina made her way out of the bar, grumbling to herself. She accidentally crashed into someone and they both hit the ground. "I am so sorry!"
Wallace was was on his way into the bar, his eyes glued on his cell phone. He had just heard some great gossip that he had to share with everyone. The sudden impact of his body with someone else sent him to the ground. Thankfully, his cell phone was safe. “No. I’m sorry. I should have been watching where I was going.” Wallace stood up and held his hand out to help her up. “On your way out so soon though?”
She blushed a bit. “Thanks… how old did you think I was?”
"At least 20, but I also keep forgetting the drinking age in America is 21. I’m only here visiting from Canada and the legal drinking age is 19."
A brunette neko girl was asleep on a park bench, her tail swishing. She grinned in her sleep, pawing at the wood.
Dammit, where the hell was Scott? He said to meet him in the park. Wallace wandered around aimlessly looking for the kid before coming across a strange creature asleep on the bench. Some kind of cat girl? Hm. It certainly wasn’t the strangest thing he’s seen, but it’s awfully cold to be sleeping on a bench. Wallace walked up to her and gave her a poke. “Hey. Wake up.”
She waved a hand, “It depends on my mood. Right now? Yes.” She tugged a hat put of her pocket, pulling it on. “It’s cold…”
"…you don’t get out much do you? Of course it’s cold. It’s Canada. I was actually going to the bar anyway so it’s not going out of my way. It’s not too far from here."