The person who looks back at me smiles. I never smile. Who is this? He knows something? He needs to shave, and get a haircut. Sloppy. Yet, he still smiles. What does he want? Smut little sod. Bet he doesn't know what a sod is. Do I? Well, why is he a sod? Because he smiles? Not even a smile really, just a bit of a smirk. Almost like he likes looking at me, almost like he might want to go hang out. Have a beer. Well, most people are more at ease around someone who smiles. Nice enough person and all. Yeah, let's have a beer.
Wait...
Who's paying and what are you drinking? I said a beer, not a drink. Those cost money you know. I'm not made of the stuff. Jerk, that's almost too much. You're having a laugh at my expense aren't you. You and your friends. I wish I had a few friends here now to laugh at you. That would serve you right.
Well, until they get here, I'll do my best to get along with you. Friends close and enemies closer and all that jazz.
Wait, now I have to know, how close am I to you?
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