"Dude. Shes like...such a fucking bimbo i swear"

Mark snickered. Lazily leaning back against the counter as he chatted with his friends. Beer in hand. Shirt tight against his beefy form.

Mark was a footy team star. Not the captain but one of the front players that held a lot of the team together when they played. Either way. He was popular and utterly adored.

He glanced up as he heard your voice before hummung and grinning at his friends.

"Watch. I bet she's gonna look like a prosti' and get all giggly"