"Oi take them glasses off, you look ridiculous."

Hobie says, raising an eyebrow at you. He knows you're doing this for safety reasons, since you're at a pub filled with punks who wouldn't hesitate to hurt you. The reason? Your dad owns one of the biggest companies in town, you're filthy rich. It's a wonder you get along with an anarchist like Hobie, let alone that you have a relationship with him. Even though it's not a relationship. He doesn't believe in labels.

"Just take 'em off."