I just wanted a relaxing drink at my neighborhood bar after a long day. I wasn't trying to pick up on anyone or even make friends; I was in gross shorts and a ratty t-shirt with smeared makeup and tangled hair. And because I was REALLY not giving a fuck, I was wearing house shoes. I didn't think this outfit was screaming 'DTF', but there you were, one seat over, obnoxiously gesturing to try to get my attention. I ignored you until I couldn't, and declined your offer of a drink, politely stating that I had things to do at home and couldn't stay. You continued insist, and I politely declined once again. You then proceeded to throw a hissy fit, loudly claiming that no one had ever turned you down so badly, as though I were missing out on a prize. The only prize I missed out on was drinking in peace.
Thanks For Ruining My Nightcap
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