It likely would have gone smoother with someone who was more outgoing and able to carry a conversation. Since Dustin wasn't particularly good at that unless he was drunk, which he wasn't often, it wasn't the most comfortable of conversations.
Especially since Dustin managed to insult him without meaning to.
"Nothing's wrong with them. They're just, you know. Weird." Dustin grimaced, realizing that wasn't any better. "I mean. . . here, anyway. Not that you're weird. I don't know you. Just most people don't have metal all stuck through their faces, and they don't let you work here with that showing, or with your hair anything that hair doesn't actually grow in. They like to look mainstream. They make Mike cover his tattoo and take out his nose ring." Not that Dustin was offended on Mike's behalf. Since he was a loud, obnoxious jerk. Who'd stuck Dustin with his crappiest table, earlier.