And good morning to ya' all.

Get me a drinking buddy why don't ya'.

More hot chicks.

And hot guys.

[Groaning I toss an empty whiskey glass against the wall as it shatters the anger inside of me bubbling over the surface of my once calm-

-facade and now it was completely how I felt on the inside. Cold, bitter, and angry nobody wanted anything to do with the teen drunk in-

-town even if a large percentage of the teens here drank their asses off all the time. Maybe I was just rude? Yeah I had tendencies every-

-body's got em. I ain't an asshole, I can be a dick from time to time but never completely horrible. So why does nobody wanna stick around-

-me. I know for sure I ain't ugly, I get compliments and girls/guys hanging off me yet people still seem hesitant to even look at me. What-

-could I possibly have done to strike this from within everyone that was around me. Maybe it was my accent, I'm from New York what do you-

-expect for me to come out talking like someone that's grown up in Mystic Falls? Get outta here, your accent can't change as soon as ya'-

-move it's impossible. So as I sat on this same fucking bar stool that I took every night I downed yet another glass of the amber liquid-

-that I had sloshing around in this glass.] Ya' well fuck all ya' too.

Hot anything is what I like ta see. Rascal

Aye, you're right I suppose. Names Dallas. [Sticking a hand out for Rascal as I gave him a smirk.]

Talk you little sons of bitches.

[Returning the squeeze Rascal had given my hand I let mine fall back to my side.] Cute isn't in my vocabulary of words.

I would prefer to ooze hotness maybe sexiness not cuteness. Rascal

I know I am. #JinOurMoon ⁷

That's more like it, Rascal.