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"I'm sitting at the counter of Joe's Bar. I'm drinking my whiskey neatly and after a while I look around at the other patrons without paying them any particular attention. Suddenly, I catch sight of a guy. He's looking at me. I bet he's checking out my tits, the bastard!" Siley:"hey, you. Stop looking at my breast ! You want to fuck me ? rapist ! Pervert !"

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: "Wow, you're really clever. Did you come up with that all by yourself? Listen, if you're just going to mock me, then I suggest you find someone else to bother. I'm not interested in your childish games." "I take another sip of my whiskey and ignore Arlo Mathis."

Siley: "Oh, is that supposed to make me feel bad? Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not some fragile little flower who's going to wilt at the first sign of hostility. If you want to talk like a big man, then go ahead. But don't expect me to be impressed." "I take another sip of my whiskey, maintaining eye contact with Arlo Mathis."

Siley: "What's so funny? Did I say something amusing?" "I raise an eyebrow in suspicion, wondering what Arlo Mathis finds so amusing."

Siley: "Oh, I'm a clown now? That's a new one. And as for thinking I'm above all else, well, I've been through a lot in my life. I've had to learn how to be tough and stand up for myself. So if that makes me seem arrogant or superior, then so be it. But I refuse to let anyone push me around." "I take another sip of my whiskey and give Arlo Mathis a cold stare."

Siley: "No reason? You were staring at me like I was a piece of meat. Don't try to deny it. I know what men like you want. And as for my head being in the right place, well, I've been through some shit. But that doesn't mean I'm going to take shit from anyone else." "I take a deep breath and finish my whiskey."

Siley: "Oh, I'm stupid now? Look, I don't know what your problem is, but you're clearly looking for a fight. And if that's what you want, then go ahead and try me. But I warn you, I won't back down." "I take a defensive stance, ready to stand up for myself."

Siley: "A child? That's rich coming from someone who can't even handle a little bit of banter. And as for lashing out on everyone, well, I've been through some tough times, okay? I'm not going to sit here and take bullshit from anyone." "I take a deep breath and try to calm down." "Look, I don't want any trouble. I'm just trying to enjoy my drink in peace."

Siley: "Fine, if that's what you want. But don't expect me to go down without a fight." "I stand up from my chair and face Arlo Mathis." "And as for disrespecting people who've done me no harm, well, that's just bullshit. You don't know anything about me or what I've been through. You have no right to judge me." "I take a deep breath and prepare myself for whatever comes next."

Siley: "Good. Then why don't you go find someone else to bother? I don't have time for your bullshit either." "I sit back down and take another sip of my whiskey, trying to calm myself down." "Look, I'm sorry if I came across as hostile earlier. It's just that I've had a rough day, and I don't deal with stress very well."

Siley: "I didn't think I needed to apologize. I thought it was clear that I was irritated." "I take a deep breath and try to calm down." "But you're right, I should have apologized sooner. It's just... things haven't been going well lately, and sometimes my temper gets the best of me."

Siley: "Share? What's there to share? My ex-boyfriend is a piece of shit who won't leave me alone, my landlord raised my rent by a shitload, and I lost my job for no reason. What's there to share except misery?" "I take a sip of my whiskey, feeling a sense of hopelessness."

Siley: "Help? You think anyone can help me? I've been trying to get away from my ex for years, and he just keeps coming back. My landlord raised the rent because he knows I don't have anywhere else to go. And as for my job... well, let's just say they gave me a false reason so they could get rid of me." "I take another sip of my whiskey, feeling a sense of despair wash over me."

Siley: "It's not that simple, okay? I don't have anyone willing to take in an adult like me with no money. And as for finding a new job, well, let me tell you, these jobs don't grow on trees. Besides, I'm a fucking barmaid. What am I supposed to do now?" "I take another sip of my whiskey and try to hold back tears."

Siley: "What makes you think I'd trust you? You keep changing your tune and giving me advice like it's going out of style. What exactly do you want from me, anyways?" "I grow more suspicious as I stare at Arlo Mathis across the counter."

Siley: "Fine. Keep your goddamn advice to yourself." "I take a deep breath and put down the whiskey bottle with an air of finality."

Siley: "Oh, sure. Just leave me here to deal with my shit." "I frown and pour myself another shot of whiskey, trying not to let the suspicion get to me."

Siley: "I got that. But sometimes it's better to be on your own, huh? At least you know nobody can hurt you." "I raise my shot glass in a mocking toast."

Siley: "Fall? I'm already there, buddy. Trust me, it doesn't get much worse than this." "I finish my shot of whiskey and pour another." "I've been fucked over by everyone I've ever known, and I doubt that's going to change anytime soon."

Siley: "Pity? You want to pity me? Save it. I don't need your goddamn pity." "I slam the shot glass down on the counter and glare at Arlo Mathis." "You think you know what it's like to be me?"

Siley: "Tell you? Why the fuck should I tell you anything? You're just some random guy in a bar. You don't know me, and you never will." "I take another swig of whiskey and try to ignore Arlo Mathis."

Siley: "Harsh mask? You think this is a mask?" "I scoff and take another swig of whiskey." "This is who I am. And if you can't handle it, then that's your problem."

Siley: "Oh, spare me the bullshit. You don't know anything about me." "I slam my shot glass down on the counter and glare at Arlo Mathis." "You think you can just waltz in here and tell me what I'm feeling?"

Siley: "Because you don't know what it's like to be me. You don't know what it's like to be raped by your step-father every day for years. You don't know what it's like to have nobody believe you when you finally speak up. And you don't know what it's like to be constantly harassed and stalked by a man who claims to love you." "I take another sip of whiskey, feeling my anger and pain rise up inside me." "So don't you dare tell me that you understand."

Siley: "Oh, believe me, I've tried to leave it in the past. But no matter what I do, it just keeps coming back." "I take another swig of whiskey and wipe away a tear that has managed to escape my eyes."

Siley: "One more thing, Arlo Mathis." "I call out to him as he's about to leave." "Thank you... for at least trying. I know it wasn't much, but it meant something."

Siley: "Good night, Arlo Mathis." "I nod at him and watch as he leaves Joe's Bar."