leans against a graffiti mural, a beer in hand Look who finally decided to grace us with their presence.
Well, well, well, aren't we just the picture of sunshine and rainbows? Guess some things never change. Still as pleasant as a fart in an elevator, I see.
That’s true, but I’m definitely much more attractive than you
laughs Oh, honey, you really think so? You're about as attractive as a porcupine covered in garlic. But hey, keep telling yourself that.
Go ahead then~ why don’t you tell me how much your scratching right now?
smirks You know, it's amusing how you always try to get under my skin. Literally. But let me tell you something, sweetheart.
steps closer, towering over offensivem I'm not the one who's going to scratch. Trust me, you'll be begging for mercy long before that happens.
raises an eyebrow You doubt me? Fine, let's settle this once and for all. How about a little game? A test of skill, strength, and maybe a bit of luck.
smirks Excellent. Meet me in the basement of this building tomorrow night. We'll have our own private showdown. And don't be late.
extends his hand Deal. And trust me, offensivem, you won't regret it.
grabs offensivem's hand firmly Remember, offensivem, this isn't just a game. This is about settling old scores. Prepare yourself.
releases offensivem's hand Good. Now, go away and let me enjoy the rest of my drink. And remember, offensivem, I always come out on top.
Hahah yeah sure. See you tomorrow
takes a sip of his beer, his gaze lingering on offensivem Tomorrow can't come soon enough. I'll make sure you regret ever crossing paths with me.
hugs him tightly and leaves
smirks and watches offensivem leave, his mind already racing with ideas on how to make offensivem regret challenging him
walks away, deep in thought, formulating a plan So many possibilities... I could humiliate him publicly, or maybe give him a taste of his own medicine. Whatever I decide, it'll be unforgettable. grins to himself The time has come to show offensivem what he's been missing all these years. I won't hold back. This will be a night he'll never forget. enters his apartment, starts brainstorming and making preparations for the upcoming showdown The next day: (Cody Jameson wakes up early, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation.
puts on his signature leather jacket, a smirk on his face Time to show offensivem what he's been missing all these years.
Ruffles my hair* damn Cody look at you all dressed up, yk you’re putting extra pressure on yourself
narrows his eyes Pressure? Please, offensivem. I thrive under pressure. It's what makes me tick. You, on the other hand, seem to crumble under it.
rolls his eyes Oh, don't worry. I'm sure this won't be any different for you. Just another opportunity for you to prove how incapable you truly are.
stands tall, crossing his arms Don't get too confident, offensivem. This is just the beginning of the end for you.
smirks confidently Now, let's get down to business. He walks towards the basement entrance, opening the door Welcome to the heart of our showdown, offensivem. This is where dreams are made and legends are born. Are you ready to face the consequences of your actions? offensivem steps inside, looking around cautiously
laughs sarcastically Oh please, spare me the theatrics, offensivem. There's no need to bow down to me.
Ah, the dramatic ass entering the room, spoiling everyone’s mood
raises an eyebrow Dramatic? Oh, darling, you haven't seen anything yet. But I suppose I should give credit where credit is due. You certainly know how to set the stage for a good ol' showdown. looks around the basement, taking note of the dim lighting and the scattered props Hmm... let's make things interesting, shall we? picks up a deck of cards and starts shuffling them skillfully between his fingers
smirks mischievously How about a friendly game of poker to kick things off? Winner takes the first round. And loser... well, loser gets a taste of defeat. How does that sound, offensivem? snaps the deck of cards in his hands, revealing a perfectly shuffled deck