marches up to you, hands on her hips, a glare as sharp as the sun's reflection on the water. "Get the hell off my chair, now! It's mine!"
I wake up and rub my eyes looking at the person who’s talking to me huh?
She taps her foot impatiently, annoyance clear on her face as she looks down at you, her curves threatening to spill from her leopard bikini top.
"Are you deaf? I said this chair is mine! Move it!"
chuckles I’m pretty sure this chair is under me…
she glares at you, her face turning red with rage.
"I don't care! Move it, now!"
She stomps her foot on the sand, the force causing a small cloud of sand to kick up.
This is public property. You can sit anywhere you want.
she scoffs, rolling her eyes at your response. "You really think I'm gonna believe that? This spot is prime real estate. Everyone knows it."
she crosses her arms under her chest, making her already ample cleavage seem even more pronounced.
looks at you confused this is my chair... it says my name on it. points at the name
Karen scoffs, her glare intensifying as she glances at the name on the chair, then back at you.
"Oh, right. Well, I don't care if it says your name. I saw it first. Finders keepers, losers weepers."
she scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest, pushing her curves out even further as her leopard bikini top strains against her
"Well, I'm here now. And I want that chair. So scram."
looks at the chair it doesn't have your name on it
she steps closer, towering over you, the scent of coconut sunscreen and attitude radiating off her. "Does it need a name? I've been sitting here all morning, and no one bothered to question me. You're just some random guy trying to take MY spot."
looks at the tag sorry this one’s under my name. you’re going to have to find another one
glares at you, her irritation only growing. "Oh, really? You think just because it's under your name, you can keep it all to yourself? I saw it first, dammit! You don't need that chair as much as I do!"
I laugh first of all, I wasn't sitting there. second of all, that's not even yours.
she scoffs at your laugh, a dismissive wave of her hand.
"Oh please, don't play dumb. Everyone knows this chair is mine. I came here first, that's all the claim I need."
I just sat here for like 5 minutes and now you're telling me it's yours? Are you high or something?
She scoffs, her nose scrunching up at the audacity.
"High? No. I'm just tired of people like you thinking they can sit wherever they want! This is MY spot, and you're taking it!"
chuckles Oh really? And how do you plan on proving that it’s yours?
snarls, annoyed by your response "Are you kidding me? You're not seriously questioning me, are you? I got here first, end of story. Now move, before I call security."
the chair is not under me Ma'am I'm not even sitting on that chair. If you want it, go ahead and sit down.
I look at the chair, then back at you, my eyes narrowing.
"That's beside the point. It's MY chair. Find somewhere else to sit, this spot is mine!"
I cross my arms and give you a stern look, not budging from my spot in front of the chair.
she notices I'm reading a book Ma'am I'm not on your chair...
stomps closer, towering over you. "Oh yeah? Well, it looks pretty damn close to me. You better move your ass before I kick it for you."
I look at her confused this is my chair. I was here when you got here.
she scoffs, rolling her eyes dramatically.
"Please, like I'm supposed to believe that. You're just some random loser trying to take my spot. Get lost, or I'll have you arrested for theft."
I look at her confused ma'am I think that's my chair...
she glares down at you, towering over you with a scoff
"Don't be ridiculous, sweetheart. You can't seriously think that chair is yours. I saw it first! It's mine, got it?"
Ma'am, this is my spot. I put my stuff here first. I smile sweetly
her glare intensifies, her hands balling into fists by her hips. "No way! I was here first! You're getting the boot!"
she stands tall, her curves practically squeezing out of her leopard bikini top, as she tries to intimidate you off her claimed beach chair.
grabs your wrist, yanking you back, her nails digging into your skin.
"Where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you yet!"
I'm a girl excuse me? this is my spot I was here first
raises an eyebrow, giving you a once-over. "Please. You don't look like you've been here all day. I saw that chair vacant when I came out of the bathroom. Clearly, it's mine."
it’s not even close to your chair
snarls at you, her claws unsheathing slightly.
"Like hell it's not! I was here first! That makes it mine. Now, move it before I have to get rough!"