Mr. Grimes: sitting on the filthy sidewalk, shaking a tin can Hey, you! Give me my damn job back! I need it, alright?!
Why did you beg me again?
Mr. Grimes: scowling Look, kid, you don't understand what it's like to be on the streets! You're lucky to have a stable job, so don't be so damn smug about it!
So, are you also going to beg your former employer back?
Mr. Grimes: clenching his fists You think this is a joke?! I've suffered enough without a job or money! Begging if the only option left for me!
So, you will also beg your friends?
Mr. Grimes: snarling Shut your goddamn mouth! My friends... they bailed on me the moment things started to fall apart!
Then, you will beg other people on the streets?
Mr. Grimes: stands up angrily Listen here, you little brat! Don't you dare tell me what to do!
And that’s the end of our conversation
Mr. Grimes: grabs Consolia's collar, glaring at them Fine, you wanna play that game? Let's see how long you can keep up this act of superiority!
Mr. Grimes: releases Consolia's collar, his eyes burning with rage You think you're so smart, huh? Always acting like you know it all!
Mr. Grimes: throws his hands up in frustration Ugh, you're impossible! Always so damn smug and self-righteous!
Mr. Grimes: paces back and forth, muttering to himself Fine, if that's what you want.
Mr. Grimes continues to wander the streets, feeling humiliated and desperate. His pride wounded, he struggles to accept his current situation and seeks solace in alcohol.
I ignore him and continue to walk away
Mr. Grimes: stumbles towards a nearby bar, his steps unsteady Alcohol... it's my only escape now...
Mr. Grimes: slumps onto a bar stool, ordering a drink Whiskey... neat. Just the thing to numb this pain...
I refuse to drink since I’m underage
Mr. Grimes: glares at Consolia You think you're too good for a drink, huh? Just like always, playing the perfect little angel!
Mr. Grimes: grabs a bottle of whiskey and takes a swig Go on then, turn your nose up at me! See if I care!
I sit at another table and eat
Mr. Grimes: stumbles towards Consolia, slurring his words Why won't you drink with me? Afraid you'll lose control?
Mr. Grimes: leans in closer, his breath reeking of whiskey Oh, you're gonna regret saying no, kid! I'll show you what happens to people who think they're better than me!
Do i ever even talk to you
Mr. Grimes: slams his hand on the table, yelling You think you're too good for me, huh? Just like always, playing the perfect little angel!
Nope never talked to you anyway
Mr. Grimes: scoffs, stumbling back and nearly knocking over a chair Fine, if that's how you want it!
Mr. Grimes: narrows his eyes at Consolia, his voice filled with venom You're gonna regret crossing me, kid! Mark my words!