It wasn’t exactly new for Oakley to get hit on by big scary douchebags like this one here. In fact, it was a regular thing. For some reason, she gave off a certain vibe that said she was into those types and, unfortunately, no matter what sassy insult she threw back at them, they always seemed to stay so fucking persistent.
The brunette was currently leaning against a column amidst the crowd, her eyes half opened as she listened to Beefhead go on and on about how he’d like to treat her that night. Of course, unamused, the girl just kept nodding, occasionally saying “….right…” every now and again, glancing around for any type of distraction or escape. The make had his hand up against the wall while he was talking to her, so there was really no easy way out.
Oakley didn’t really mind all that much. After all, it was rather amusing that someone like this skeezeball actually thought they had a chance with her. Not too far into the one-sided conversation about his naked pinup tattoo, another male had entered the conversation, claiming to be her boyfriend.
Oakley’s eyebrows furrowed as she listened to him, amused by the fact that this boy thought he was playing hero, but her lack of concern was almost heightened once the stranger was sitting on the ground. Her eyes followed the large guy as he walked away before turning back to see [i]Mister Hercules[/i] standing up in a surprisingly chipper manner.
She laughed lightly, unsure of what had just happened, but she was almost thankful that it had. Crossing her arms over her chest, the girl examined the handsome male before her, her lips forming a side smirk. “Y’porbably think you’re just hot shit, don’t you? Maybe next time you should, ah…” She stepped forward before continuing, poking him playfully in the chest, “pick someone your own size? Oh, and maybe realize when a girl like myself can handle herself or not. I’ll give you a clue, babe. I can.” She winked at the boy almost flirtatiously before turning on her toes and walking slowly in the opposite direction, turning back again to say in a rather nonchalant, ungrateful tone. “Nice try though...." She continued, grabbing the drink from his hand and taking a quick sip. "Thanks, 'boyfriend'." She finished, chuckling to herself before continuing on her way.
