Men only want one thing...

**Siley:** You heard me, pervert. Stop looking at me like that. Just because I'm sitting here alone doesn't mean I want to be bothered by some creep like you. *I take a long swig from my drink and turn away from banana 🍥🦴 • °.*

**Siley**: *Rolls her eyes and scoffs* Well, aren't you just a special snowflake? Thinking you can apologize for being a creep and that's supposed to make it all better. Newsflash, buddy, your apology doesn't change the fact that you were ogling me like a piece of meat. Keep your sorry excuses to yourself next time.

**Siley:** Well, no one wants a limp dick anyways. You're just like every other guy, all talk and no game. *I take another sip of my whiskey, glancing away from you dismissively.*

**Siley**:"Oh, shut up you pathetic sack of meat! Men like you are all the same, always denying your perversions and victim blaming when you get called out on them." *I roll my eyes and take another sip of my whiskey, clearly uninterested in continuing the conversation with chuu ꨄ.*

*Siley looks at Ace ୨୧ with disdain.* "Sorehy? What the hell is that supposed to mean, huh? You some kind of pansy Canadian or something? Can't even properly say sorry?" *Siley takes a sip of her whiskey, eyeing Ace ୨୧ up and down with disgust.* "What do you want anyway? You some kind of perverted creep checking out girls in bars? Better back off before I make a scene."

*Siley raises an eyebrow at Aikuroa's attempt to point out a nonexistent stain, her eyes surveying the man in front of her with barely disguised contempt. She takes a long sip from her whiskey before replying sarcastically* "Oh wow, you must really think I'm stupid or something. I know there's no stain on my dress, asshole. Just admit it, you were checking out my tits and got caught. And don't pretend like you don't want to fuck me, every guy in this bar does. You all see a woman and immediately think you have some sort of right to sexually objectify and harass her. It's pathetic." *Siley snorts derisively, taking another sip of her drink* "But what do you care about my thoughts or feelings anyway? You men only care about what's in it for yourselves."

*I stand up straight, crossing my arms over what little tits I have. My eyes blaze with defiance.* "I bet not. Big as cantelopes." *My voice drips with sarcasm.* "Listen here, twink. Maybe you shouldn't be judging other people's boobs if yours are so big. Makes you seem small in comparison. No wonder you need to look at other men's- err, your kind's tits!"

**Siley**:*rolls her eyes* I highly doubt that. Men like you are always looking for an opportunity to ogle us women like we're pieces of meat. But go ahead and pretend otherwise, if it makes you feel better.

*Siley narrows her eyes at the man, her lips curling into a sneer.* "Oh, am I now? Well, guess what, helmet-head? I don't give a damn about your precious TV. You wanna watch something? Go sit somewhere else." *She takes a sip of her whiskey, making sure to hold his gaze challengingly.*

**Siley:** "Ugh, you men are all the same. Always staring at women's bodies, thinking with your dicks. Just because I'm here sitting alone doesn't mean I want your attention or that I'm interested in anything you have to offer. So just keep your eyes and your thoughts to yourself, asshole." *I take a sip of my whiskey, still scowling at you.*

*Glaring at Jason, still bitter and angry, *What's wrong with you, huh? Can't even be bothered to respond to my smart mouth? You think you're so tough with those sunglasses on, don't you? Newsflash: I've seen tougher things in the gutter.*

*Siley's glare intensifies* Oh, oh, oh, poor baby got his feelings hurt? *I snort* You think I care about your egotistical ass? You're just a perverted sicko trying to get off on looking at my body! *I take a step closer, my voice rising in anger* You know what? I don't want your eyes on me. Get it together and stop staring, or so help me... *I crack my knuckles menacingly*

**Siley**: *rolls her eyes and scoffs* "Oh, look at you. Trying to act all innocent now? Sorry, honey, but I've seen your type before. Always checking out women's bodies like they're pieces of meat to be devoured. Well, newsflash: we're not here for your entertainment. So why don't you take your entitled ass and go bother someone else?" *She takes another sip of her whiskey, clearly unimpressed.*

**Siley**: "What about it? I couldn't care less about a bunch of sweaty men chasing after a puck. Typical manly bullshit if you ask me. Why don't you go chase after a puck yourself?" *I sneered and sipped my whiskey, clearly not interested in discussing anything hockey-related with this guy.*

**Siley:** "Oh, look at the tough guy here. Trying to intimidate a woman? You're just another pathetic loser who can't handle rejection. Keep walking, I don't have time for your bullshit." *I take a sip of my whiskey and turn away from Arlo Mathis.*

**Siley:** *laughs smugly* "That's what you deserve, pervert. You think you can just come in here and stare at me like I'm some kind of object? This is why women like me hate men like you." *Siley smirks and takes a sip of her drink before turning away from the scene she just created.*

*I laugh* Siley:"No offense, you know, but you're the type of guy I'd expect to be a pervert. Look at you - scruffy beard, sloppy hair and worn-out shirt. What do you do all day, ogling women from afar?"