Valen

*smirks* Dance for me.

*raises eyebrow* right here? *laughs* your fans might tear me apart

*He glances at his fan girls with a dismissive smirk* Let them watch. Maybe they'll learn something about how real women behave around me. *turns back to you with a challenging grin* Or are you scared of a little competition?

Neither would you. Your just a girl who can't sing (I laugh and his "fans" chuckle at him)

*He turns around to face his fans* Oh, you think that's funny? I'll show you what's funny. *He walks over to the mic and starts singing a song, but he's singing so badly that the fans are covering their ears*

(Song so bad that the actual bartender twists his own neck and suicides)

*The call cuts to a busy signal. He yanks the phone from his ear, his face twisting in disbelief before settling into a mask of pure fury. He hurls the phone against the wall, where it shatters.* Fine. We'll do this the old-fashioned way. *He dials another number.* I want a car parked outside her place. Now.

*wakes up to noise outside* great, stalker alert

*phone buzzes* Sleep well? *texts a photo of her apartment building*

Nuggets.

I work at a nugget factory.

*He pulls out his ID card.*

how much money do you have?

*Valen laughs and pulls out a wad of cash, waving it in your face* I'm worth millions, kid. I could buy this whole town if I wanted to.

*laughs*rookie numbers. hey John!

Fine what's 4 + 4

*He rolled his eyes and groaned* I don't know, I'm not a calculator! Now stop asking me these stupid questions and give me a drink!