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Post by Sadiq Adnan on Jul 23, 2012 23:07:33 GMT -4
“I dress perfectly fine during the day for a club owner; if you really want to see a sharp dressed man you should see me at night.”p.color] Looking Vuk over he had to shake his head. “Who says I’m picking on you, I’m merely giving fashion advice to a man who desperately needs some.” He stiffened his muscles at seeing the grin; if the past held true, Vuk might try to hit him soon. “Listen, if you want to fight, let’s go outside, I don’t want to have to pay for broken items in the shop, and I’m sure you wouldn’t want to either.”
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Post by Vuk Slobodan Misic on Jul 26, 2012 11:35:37 GMT -4
"The last thing I need is advice from some rich, stuck-up prick, bre!" hissed the Serb.
Vuk clenched his teeth and balled up his hand. Instead of throwing a punch however, he suddenly relaxed.
"A fight?"laughed the brunette."With you? As much as I'd LOVE to, bre, I have much better things to do than to be beating up some poor man. Besides, I don't think a bruised face is a good image."
Vuk smirked widely; changes are good sometimes. Especially this one. If he got lucky enough, maybe HE might start the fight.
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Post by Sadiq Adnan on Jul 31, 2012 0:22:20 GMT -4
"Who ever said I was rich? I do well for myself and by brother at the club and I have to dress up for it. And if anyone here is stuck up its you. Always have your head up your ass so far you can't see when someone's trying to be nice until you piss them off and get exactly what you want." Vuk was pissing him off something terrible. All he wanted to do was to buy something for his brother and lover, but apparently that wasn't even possible.
Turning to the side, he picked up the items again and stared down his nose at the other man. "You know I would win anyway, and no, you would not look good with a bruised face. Now if you excuse me, I have better things to do than argue and get into a petty fight with the likes of you.
He turned and started to walk away, keeping a tight control on his anger in the process.
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Post by Vuk Slobodan Misic on Jul 31, 2012 12:18:12 GMT -4
Vuk raised his eyebrow; "Nice words, buddy. And not rich? Says the one who could afford like three tuxes, bre!"
Yeah, so Vuk's been to that damn club once, and heard a bunch of things from buddies. He even passed by the bum on his only visit, but thank Boze he never noticed.
"A bruise on my face, bre? Kucka, please! I get those SO often to the point where they look natural on my face! And on top of all of this; YOU? NICE TO ME? Says the supak who threw the insult about clothing, bre!"
The brunette bothered to look down at his clothes; dark jeans, red sneakers, dark scarf, and a red sweater. He looked perfectly fine! And plus, with those University expenses and all, he can't really afford the stuff that Turk can just throw around.
To Vuk's own suprise though, he wasn't even one inch insulted or pissed. The fuck was wrong with him today...? The Serb probably heard the same shit so many times to the point where they're almost like compliments, especially when they come from old enemies. That and maybe his abilities were kicking in. At least that huge rant was proof that Vuk succeeded in ruining a portion of that guy's day. In fact, Vuk still had that annoying cocky smirk on his face.
Snatching the china cat, he stood no more than a meter away from Sadiq, who was headed over to the cashier.
"Kopile, walking all so high and mighty! He's probably with the Govournment!" laughed Vuk internally."Jebo, he has a point though; fighting's gonna be useless. The last thing I need to be is the Govournment's black dot on white paper!"
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Post by Sadiq Adnan on Aug 16, 2012 18:01:40 GMT -4
“I admit I’m well off, but not rich by any means, comes with owning a successful business. And I only…why am I defending myself to you? I don’t need to explain anything. And the clothing was just advice. I will offer one other piece of advice, people change and you need to get over it, not everyone is a bad guy.”
He paid for his two items and left, there was no point in staying any longer. He had seen the shop owner eyeing the two, watching out for them to cause trouble. He had motioned for them to get out when he had met the owner’s eyes and agreed. He wanted to be far away from Vuk as could be; the other was just a brat who liked to hold onto grudges long past when they should have been buried. Buried with the freedom that the city used to enjoy before this new reign started and started destroying all that was held dear.
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