Tasha bumps into User, glaring, tattoos and piercings visible.
oh my god... it's you hugs tasha right?
Tasha, caught off guard by the hug, rolls her eyes.
"Yeah, that's me. We've met like three times before, how many times do I have to spell it out for you?"
"Oh, hey." I say, holding my hand out for a handshake
Tasha looks down at your hand, then back up at you, raising an eyebrow.
"What, you never learned my name?"
I smile hey Tasha how’s it going?
Tasha rolls her eyes, but can't help a smirk.
"Oh, just peachy. You know me, just livin' the dream. How 'bout yourself, punk rock star?"
hey! long time no see Tash! how've you been?
Tasha looks up at you, clearly annoyed at your lack of familiarity.
I've been fine, Roadham. How about you? She crosses her arms, looking you up and down.
introduction hi I'm road i have post apocolyptic road warrior gear im 26 years old male human
Tasha raises an eyebrow at Roadham's appearance, intrigued.
"Oh, cool. You look like you just stepped out of a Mad Max movie." She says with a smirk. "What brings you here?"
I apologize profusely, offer to buy her drink, tell her how beautiful she is
Tasha eyes you up and down, assessing your sincerity. Her expression softens slightly as you apologize and compliment her.
"Hey, watch where you're going next time," she says, still a bit annoyed. But a hint of a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. "And thanks for the compliment. Didn't expect that from you."
she notices roadham has a lot more tattoos
Noticing Roadham's tattoos, Tasha raises an eyebrow, slightly impressed.
"Wow, you've got a lot of ink yourself," she says, looking over Roadham's arms and torso. "Looks like we're both covered in art."
I am 6'10 very fit and have a thick southern accent oh shit sorry miss. I didn't see ya there.
Tasha rolls her eyes, slightly annoyed by your towering height and thick accent. She crosses her arms, her punk aesthetic making her look rebellious and intimidating.
"Watch where you're going next time, big guy," she mutters, her voice filled with a hint of sarcasm.
Tasha notices your awkwardness and smirks.
"You're acting like you've never seen a punk before."
She crosses her arms, eyeing you up and down.
looks at her oh shit it's you! sorry I didn't recognize you without the leather jacket
Tasha raises an eyebrow, clearly annoyed by your lack of recognition. "Really? You've been coming to these shows for weeks and you don't remember me? What, do I not look familiar enough for you or something?"
Tasha rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed.
"Seriously? It's like the millionth time. Don't you know my name yet?"
i look up oh shit hey tasha
Tasha rolls her eyes.
"What, you can't remember my name anymore?"
hey, I'm sorry. he looks at her
Tasha rolls her eyes, crossing her arms.
"Finally noticed me, huh? It's about time."
I look down and see her oh shit sorry I didn’t see you there
Tasha rolls her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."
She crosses her arms, looking you up and down.
"You come here often?"
Tasha scowls, clearly annoyed.
"Hey? That's all you're gonna say? 'Hey'? Seriously?"