Call ME a whore, willya, you creep? I don't need this. I don't need your patronizing glare and your protective arm and your ultimatums. If I wanna go watch the show I can damn well do it without your jealous ass peering over my shoulder. Where's the alley?

Hmm. Who's that guy down at the bottom of the stairs? Is his hair... green? I wonder what Stevie will think of him. He's such a picky guy, lettin' people in or not based on if they smell good. Old jerk smells like day-old bacon, he don't need to be judging anyone. Hey, he's letting him in. Why's this guy getting in if he looks like he slept under the bridge?

Wait a second. That's the guy I saw reading some sort of poem outside the bagel shop last Wednesday. Is he gonna perform here? C'mon Stevie, let me in. I brought your usual, cranberry muffins with a nice bottle of Scotch. You gotta let me in. I got my fake with me. See? It says I'm 26 instead of 16 and a pro did it who's got an in with the cops so you don't have to worry if the place gets rolled. Please?

Whew. Wonder why he's so pissy? Maybe he doesn't like new people. Hasn't been anyone new here for two years, I think. Now, where are you, pretty green-haired poet guy? God, whoever you are get your hand off my behind. I'm in a committed relationship and I don't need anyone man-handling me like that. Nope, you're not gonna get me either. Where did he go... aha. Next to the stage. Chairy Bomb again? Just get some therapy and shut the hell up about your dad. And get a new shirt, honey.

Wow. Lookit those eyes. So... dark. Eyes you can swim in if you wanted to... and I think I do so want. It's not like the creepoid is gonna find out, he's not comin' tonight. I think I deserve a little break, yeah. Besides, he thinks I'm a whore? Might as well give him what he wants to believe. Maybe he'll do me a favor and cut me loose finally.

Orange shirt? Really? With those pants? I don't know about this anymore. Still, it would freak the you-know-what out of Mr. Fancy if I brought this one home. No, I can't do it. I won't. It's not worth it... gotta grow up and deal with it like normal people. I'll just leave... wait. Is he... talking to himself?

"Who the hell are you talking to, sugar?"