Eothain is fresh out of fucks to give. (eothain) wrote in valarlogs,
And there was his 4 o'clock buyers meeting. After making a scoffing noise and rolling his very guylinered eyes, Eothain smirked right back at her.
"Fuck that shit," he started laying in, not looking at all perturbed on the outside, but more like he was no stranger to some table flipping between friends. "The best alternative came out of the early to mid-nineties. It was after that when everything started to sound like crying into a bucket full of pussy cramps. At least it's not eighties alternative. That was a bunch of goth scarecrows freaks who sounded like they were fist wide and elbow deep in each other. Except for total classics like Ministry and The Pixies. They kicked some ass. That song 'Gouge Away'? Awesome. Some marijuana, if you got some."
Eothain had been leveling an unwavering stare at her while he was bitching about music. It wasn't loud bitching, since the volume was kept at that of a normal conversation. Sad fact was that he might have a lot of knowledge about music, but he sure as hell could not musically master it. Naysayers all got the middle finger, because he was fresh. outta. fucks. to give.
"Speaking of. You got what you owe?" he asked, quickly glancing around to make sure no one was watching that shouldn't be. And if they were, then he might chase their ass down and risk a stint in jail to wail on them. He might not. It could go either way, really. It might also end up with him shot. In case that happened, he probably would stick his finger in the hole, squeegee that mutha around, and lick it afterward, right before croaking with a smile on his face.
For the sheer gross out factor. At least it would be a memorable death, which is a win in his book.