Post by K.I.S.S. on Jun 12, 2015 21:54:44 GMT -6
Ashley Kenyon sits in a New Orleans bar called The Saint watching a band of all girls she’s never seen or heard of before playing an old Concrete Blonde song while she nurses a beer. Her boyfriend, Billy Hawkes, sits next to her drinking Sprite since he’s the one driving tonight. As the band hammers down on the song, Ashley just shakes her head.
Ashley Kenyon: The bassist can’t play for shit…
Billy shakes his head. It was true the bass player wasn’t playing the song that well but he couldn't help but wonder if something else was on her mind.
Billy Hawkes: She’s not that bad, I’ve heard way worse over at Prey.
Ashley shakes her head, pushing the beer away.
Ashley Kenyon: Lis would kick ass on this song!
Billy chuckles at this sentiment, not so much because it was wrong in any way but because he knew there was almost always an alternate reason for discussing Alissa Lacroix anywhere that involved the two of them.
Billy Hawkes: Are you gonna be calling the Fallen Angels now to try and get them to brighten up our day?
Ashley shakes her head, looking almost sad at the prospect.
Ashley Kenyon: I wish, but they’re in Mobile, then they’re probably going to New York. Won’t be back til next week sometime.
Billy nods, relaxing noticeably.
Billy Hawkes: We’re not…
Ashley raises a hand to stop him.
Ashley Kenyon: Chill, we’re not going looking for shit tonight. I really don’t need you mad at me too.
Billy frowns, sinking into the chair.
Billy Hawkes: Who all’s mad at you?
Ashley rolls her eyes.
Ashley Kenyon: Who’s not is probably an easier question to answer right now. Jeszika’s mad at me for being mad at her for being mad at me…
Billy just stares at her in response.
Billy Hawkes: Could that have gone around the circle a couple of more times?
Ashley shrugs.
Ashley Kenyon: She got mad, really mad about that job…
Billy nods knowingly, hoping she’ll move on and not make him relive the whole thing all over again.
Billy Hawkes: I’ve heard the story…
Ashley shrugs.
Ashley Kenyon: So of course, having her accuse me…
Billy sits back in his chair.
Billy Hawkes: And of course whatever you said soothed it over…
Ashley shoots him a look.
Ashley Kenyon: So you’re saying she had a right to be mad at me and I didn’t have a right to be mad at her?
Sensing Ashley’s hostility rising, Billy raises his hands to try and slow her down.
Billy Hawkes: Whoa, slow down, Ash, I wasn’t saying nothing like that. I was just asking if that’s what happened is all.
Ashley nods.
Ashley Kenyon: I can’t believe she thinks I’d do that to her…
Billy shakes his head.
Billy Hawkes: She…
Ashley raises her index finger.
Ashley Kenyon: If she didn’t think I would, she would never have gone there in the first place. She DOES think I would steal somebody else’s partner. What’s more, she thinks I’d try and steal one of hers and not even think twice about it. In vino is not the only time the truth comes tumbling out of somebody’s mouth…
Billy nods as the two sit and listen to the music being played on the stage for a few minutes. As the song ends, Billy sits forward, elbows on the table between them.
Billy Hawkes: Why is this one holding on?
Ashley just looks at him.
Ashley Kenyon: What?
Billy shrugs.
Billy Hawkes: This one seems to have hit harder, lasted longer. You haven’t been this mad at somebody since you wanted to shoot Brody last year.
Ashley shrugs.
Ashley Kenyon: It always hurts more when it’s your sister.
Billy nods slowly, taking a sip of his Sprite.
Billy Hawkes: I’ll have to take your word for it on that one.
Ashley nods to him.
Ashley Kenyon: If Jonas or Richie or Carrie said something like that to you, how would you feel?
Billy stares at his glass.
Billy Hawkes: Like I wanted to taste the metal of the business end of a gun, likely.
Ashley nods to him as if she knew that would be his answer.
Ashley Kenyon: What makes it worse is Nik and Bethy both trying to get me to just swipe it under the rub and act like Jezzy never said it or like she was high and so deserves a pass for it.
Shaking her head,
Ashley Kenyon: But she wasn’t high or drunk or anything else! Neither was Bethany and neither was Nikki. Some of us had been by the end of the job that got that one to come flying out of her mouth but right then, at that moment, none of them were!
Billy nods slowly, seemingly pondering things.
Billy Hawkes: Were you?
Ashley’s eyes narrow.
Ashley Kenyon: What?
Billy nods to her.
Billy Hawkes: Were you drunk or high at the time?
Ashley cocks her head.
Ashley Kenyon: What difference does that make?
Billy shrugs.
Billy Hawkes: Maybe they were deflecting. Like, maybe they were upset that you were partying when everybody was trying not to…
Ashley crosses her arms.
Ashley Kenyon: I never agreed to not do anything. I stopped because I couldn’t go out because my head hurt, not because I was tired of having fun!
Billy nods sadly.
Billy Hawkes: Would you have stopped then if I’d asked you?
Ashley sits up, looking at him dubiously.
Ashley Kenyon: What?
Billy nods again, this time pointedly.
Billy Hawkes: If I’d asked you then to stop with me because I needed to… by choice, would you have?
Ashley’s mouth opens but no sound comes out. Billy sighs, anticipating an answer he neither wants to hear nor will enjoy hearing once it’s uttered.
Billy Hawkes: Would you have at least thought about it?
Ashley nods.
Ashley Kenyon: Yes… but it doesn’t matter now. Nobody asked me to and I already proved I could stop whether I wanted to or not. None of them asked me to stop, but they were all too happy to basically forget I existed until they needed me for a job!
Billy nods knowingly.
Billy Hawkes: So which do you actually miss more?
Ashley frowns in confusion.
Ashley Kenyon: What do you mean?
Billy nods at her, pointedly and knowingly.
Billy Hawkes: Yes you do…
Ashley stares across the table at him, studying every move he makes.
Ashley Kenyon: Do I miss the drugs or the people I did them with more?
Billy nods.
Ashley Kenyon: I still have most of them.
Billy cocks his head agitatedly.
Billy Hawkes: Answer the damn question, Ash.
Ashley stares at him then moves her eyes to her untouched beer.
Ashley Kenyon: I miss everything we used to do, whether it was getting fucked up, or going out and raising hell some other way. Everybody keeps acting like getting a boyfriend or a girlfriend or something means we’re settling down. It’s like we all got married, had kids and suddenly we have to be boring ass soccer moms only none of us bothered to have the marriages or the kids, we just skipped straight to we ain’t doing shit together anymore! The only time we ever see each other anymore is when we’re doing a gig or having a meeting about doing a gig. It’s like we’re a band that forgot why we became a band in the first place! Now it’s all business, I’ll see you later, probably for another business meeting. Why did getting boyfriends mean everything ended? Hell, half of us date somebody who was at Prey all the time anyway! Carrie and you work there and Richie is practically an employee too as often as the Red Hoods play there!
Sighing heavily, Ashley looks up from the beer to Billy.
Ashley Kenyon: Now all we ever seem to do is get scolded about money and argue over who said what or who did what. Somehow it always ends up being my fault and then we wander off until the next meeting where anything going wrong is my fault again!
She reaches out for the beer, taking it in her hand and staring at it’s contents.
Ashley Kenyon: I don’t understand why everybody keeps pulling away and then screaming at me when I ask them why! What the hell did I do to deserve that? It’s almost as annoying as having to share the North American Championship with a guy for two and half months who hasn’t been to work in two and half months!
She pushes the beer away and then stares at the band again as they proceed to murder a Guns N Roses song.
Ashley Kenyon: Can we just… go some place else?
Billy nods and finishes off his Sprite.
Billy Hawkes: Ok.
They get up and wander out of the establishment, looking for other fish to fry for entertainment.
Four hours later, Ashley fires up her webcam and shakes her head when it comes on.
Ashley Kenyon: Is this where I rip off Cole Hunter and say, “just keep telling yourself that?”
She shrugs, glaring hatefully into the camera.
Ashley Kenyon: You brought it up first, big boy. You love trumpeting Joshua McBride as a reason for why everyone should be afraid of you and yet, when somebody points out that they had to hit you just once and the great and powerful Oz vanished, suddenly, I’m the one not remembering shit right? I was the one who was actually there, Dorian! I’m the one who fought, who was there for every fight, every match, which we won, by the way! By the time you got to Joshua Mcbride, nobody gave a damn about him anymore because we’d already taken the stand and ruined him in the eyes of damn near everyone!
Shaking her head, Ashley looks away in incredulous disgust.
Ashley Kenyon: It’s amazing how many people want to stand here and say they did that when they didn’t fight at all. Silver Baron likes to say it was his bitchslap, but let’s be honest, has anyone aside from Kyle Travis ever uttered more empty threats and unfulfilled promises of violence than Silver Baron? You can hear the guy screaming at damn near anyone who works for him and it always ends with a death threat that you know isn’t gonna go anywhere…
She chuckles darkly.
Ashley Kenyon: Gee, where did I just hear talk of killing people to make somebody sound bad ass?
Looking back into the camera, she sits forward to make sure it captures her full level of, “You can’t be serious.”
Ashley Kenyon: You put a clip in somebody because they did you wrong?
Nodding like she doesn’t believe it at all, she waves her fingers at him in mock fear.
Ashley Kenyon: Oh, did you? Does that mean I should be worried that Mister Hardass Biker Boy is gonna show up with all these weapons and use them to shut me up in the ring?
She rolls her eyes and then glares back into the camera.
Ashley Kenyon: No, no you won’t and you know why you won’t? Because if you so much as threatened to, you’d lose that great big hunk of gold you’ve been flashing before you ever got near me. You won’t do shit because you can’t do shit! You have to play by the rules or you lose the only thing you have left since you went out and did things to make yourself that deadbeat you obviously don’t appreciate being called on being!
She pauses to smack herself in the head mockingly.
Ashley Kenyon: As for the head trauma? Look who’s not paying attention now! Vince Jones tried that on me with his loaded gloves and all it got him was a one way ticket to tap out land. I love how you keep putting stuff on me though and acting like whatever’s going on with you wasn’t your choice or wasn’t your fault. “Oh they won’t LET me see my daughter.” If you were the half the monster you claimed to be ain't’ no one would have to let you do a goddamn thing, they’d need the National Guard to keep you away! That they don’t need that means it’s a choice, one YOU made, one that makes YOU a deadbeat motherfucker that pussied out because the going got too tough all over again!
She sits back, pondering the whole situation for a second before nodding slowly.
Ashley Kenyon: You know actually what my favorite thing you said was though was when you called my mouth a ball washer because it really meant you had nothing left. You said I was full of it, didn’t really bother to go into how and then you did what every other man who feels threatened by somebody of the opposite sex and half their size does, you made it sexual and talked down to me because I’m a woman, implying that all I was good for involved things that would pleasure someone like you.
She looks the camera up and down as if she’s checking out a guy she find horribly unattractive and physically repugnant.
Ashley Kenyon: It was just so sad to look at you, somebody who’s as big, physically gifted, and to know there’s nothing to wash between them legs at all.
She leans in, nodding almost playfully.
Ashley Kenyon: I used to hear rumors about you, Dorian. That your voice was never used because of the effect it would have on people and on women in general. There was this rumble that it was deep, so full and luscious and golden brown and delicious that it made men forget they had balls and made women’s pants combust with lust…
She nods even more playfully.
Ashley Kenyon: Like you were some kind of combination of Black Bolt and Alanis Morissette as God in Dogma. That your voice, it was just so strong and awesome and buttery, finger-lickin good delicious…
She rolls her eyes again, the playful smile disappearing with it.
Ashley Kenyon: Well, now that we know that rumor was the kind of bullshit usually reserved for religious zealots and politicians running for President, I can honestly say I wish you’d stayed silent because it was so much more romantic and awesome just wondering if you were nothing but the typical male ego than listening to you open your black hole of charisma and removing all doubt!
She leans in, glaring hatefully.
Ashley Kenyon: I’m not projecting a goddamn thing, Dorian. When I look at you, all I do is shake my head and wish I was stoned because then I could say it was all just a bad hallucination brought on by fun rather than the sad truth that you turned out to be the biggest fucking myth this side of Joshua McBride!
An accusing finger points at the camera.
Ashley Kenyon: I don’t have to make it personal because you did that a long time ago when you spent the last year lying out your ass and now use that belt to justify everything you pissed on to get there! Where were you when we needed you? Where are you now when anybody else needs you?
The hand with the finger flies up and smacks her in the head mockingly.
Ashley Kenyon: Oh, that’s right, you’re sitting somewhere in the middle of nowhere on your bike, jacking off on that belt trying to convince yourself it was all really worth it and that you really are whatever nickname you’re hanging on yourself this week! People make fun of Kyle Travis for the shit he spews because he’s borderline delusional but at least he believes it! You…
She shrugs.
Ashley Kenyon: You stare at that belt and keep telling yourself it’ll shut people up, that it’ll shit me up…
She holds up her belt to show him.
Ashley Kenyon: I got one of those too so what’s your next great quotation that’s supposed to be a hammer and win an argument? You gonna look at somebody and scream, “well at least I’ve still got my hair!” at a bald man because somehow that means he was wrong about nuclear physics?
She nods, her belt still held aloft.
Ashley Kenyon: You want me to shut up?
She lowers her belt and glares into the camera.
Ashley Kenyon: Make me!
Ashley Kenyon: The bassist can’t play for shit…
Billy shakes his head. It was true the bass player wasn’t playing the song that well but he couldn't help but wonder if something else was on her mind.
Billy Hawkes: She’s not that bad, I’ve heard way worse over at Prey.
Ashley shakes her head, pushing the beer away.
Ashley Kenyon: Lis would kick ass on this song!
Billy chuckles at this sentiment, not so much because it was wrong in any way but because he knew there was almost always an alternate reason for discussing Alissa Lacroix anywhere that involved the two of them.
Billy Hawkes: Are you gonna be calling the Fallen Angels now to try and get them to brighten up our day?
Ashley shakes her head, looking almost sad at the prospect.
Ashley Kenyon: I wish, but they’re in Mobile, then they’re probably going to New York. Won’t be back til next week sometime.
Billy nods, relaxing noticeably.
Billy Hawkes: We’re not…
Ashley raises a hand to stop him.
Ashley Kenyon: Chill, we’re not going looking for shit tonight. I really don’t need you mad at me too.
Billy frowns, sinking into the chair.
Billy Hawkes: Who all’s mad at you?
Ashley rolls her eyes.
Ashley Kenyon: Who’s not is probably an easier question to answer right now. Jeszika’s mad at me for being mad at her for being mad at me…
Billy just stares at her in response.
Billy Hawkes: Could that have gone around the circle a couple of more times?
Ashley shrugs.
Ashley Kenyon: She got mad, really mad about that job…
Billy nods knowingly, hoping she’ll move on and not make him relive the whole thing all over again.
Billy Hawkes: I’ve heard the story…
Ashley shrugs.
Ashley Kenyon: So of course, having her accuse me…
Billy sits back in his chair.
Billy Hawkes: And of course whatever you said soothed it over…
Ashley shoots him a look.
Ashley Kenyon: So you’re saying she had a right to be mad at me and I didn’t have a right to be mad at her?
Sensing Ashley’s hostility rising, Billy raises his hands to try and slow her down.
Billy Hawkes: Whoa, slow down, Ash, I wasn’t saying nothing like that. I was just asking if that’s what happened is all.
Ashley nods.
Ashley Kenyon: I can’t believe she thinks I’d do that to her…
Billy shakes his head.
Billy Hawkes: She…
Ashley raises her index finger.
Ashley Kenyon: If she didn’t think I would, she would never have gone there in the first place. She DOES think I would steal somebody else’s partner. What’s more, she thinks I’d try and steal one of hers and not even think twice about it. In vino is not the only time the truth comes tumbling out of somebody’s mouth…
Billy nods as the two sit and listen to the music being played on the stage for a few minutes. As the song ends, Billy sits forward, elbows on the table between them.
Billy Hawkes: Why is this one holding on?
Ashley just looks at him.
Ashley Kenyon: What?
Billy shrugs.
Billy Hawkes: This one seems to have hit harder, lasted longer. You haven’t been this mad at somebody since you wanted to shoot Brody last year.
Ashley shrugs.
Ashley Kenyon: It always hurts more when it’s your sister.
Billy nods slowly, taking a sip of his Sprite.
Billy Hawkes: I’ll have to take your word for it on that one.
Ashley nods to him.
Ashley Kenyon: If Jonas or Richie or Carrie said something like that to you, how would you feel?
Billy stares at his glass.
Billy Hawkes: Like I wanted to taste the metal of the business end of a gun, likely.
Ashley nods to him as if she knew that would be his answer.
Ashley Kenyon: What makes it worse is Nik and Bethy both trying to get me to just swipe it under the rub and act like Jezzy never said it or like she was high and so deserves a pass for it.
Shaking her head,
Ashley Kenyon: But she wasn’t high or drunk or anything else! Neither was Bethany and neither was Nikki. Some of us had been by the end of the job that got that one to come flying out of her mouth but right then, at that moment, none of them were!
Billy nods slowly, seemingly pondering things.
Billy Hawkes: Were you?
Ashley’s eyes narrow.
Ashley Kenyon: What?
Billy nods to her.
Billy Hawkes: Were you drunk or high at the time?
Ashley cocks her head.
Ashley Kenyon: What difference does that make?
Billy shrugs.
Billy Hawkes: Maybe they were deflecting. Like, maybe they were upset that you were partying when everybody was trying not to…
Ashley crosses her arms.
Ashley Kenyon: I never agreed to not do anything. I stopped because I couldn’t go out because my head hurt, not because I was tired of having fun!
Billy nods sadly.
Billy Hawkes: Would you have stopped then if I’d asked you?
Ashley sits up, looking at him dubiously.
Ashley Kenyon: What?
Billy nods again, this time pointedly.
Billy Hawkes: If I’d asked you then to stop with me because I needed to… by choice, would you have?
Ashley’s mouth opens but no sound comes out. Billy sighs, anticipating an answer he neither wants to hear nor will enjoy hearing once it’s uttered.
Billy Hawkes: Would you have at least thought about it?
Ashley nods.
Ashley Kenyon: Yes… but it doesn’t matter now. Nobody asked me to and I already proved I could stop whether I wanted to or not. None of them asked me to stop, but they were all too happy to basically forget I existed until they needed me for a job!
Billy nods knowingly.
Billy Hawkes: So which do you actually miss more?
Ashley frowns in confusion.
Ashley Kenyon: What do you mean?
Billy nods at her, pointedly and knowingly.
Billy Hawkes: Yes you do…
Ashley stares across the table at him, studying every move he makes.
Ashley Kenyon: Do I miss the drugs or the people I did them with more?
Billy nods.
Ashley Kenyon: I still have most of them.
Billy cocks his head agitatedly.
Billy Hawkes: Answer the damn question, Ash.
Ashley stares at him then moves her eyes to her untouched beer.
Ashley Kenyon: I miss everything we used to do, whether it was getting fucked up, or going out and raising hell some other way. Everybody keeps acting like getting a boyfriend or a girlfriend or something means we’re settling down. It’s like we all got married, had kids and suddenly we have to be boring ass soccer moms only none of us bothered to have the marriages or the kids, we just skipped straight to we ain’t doing shit together anymore! The only time we ever see each other anymore is when we’re doing a gig or having a meeting about doing a gig. It’s like we’re a band that forgot why we became a band in the first place! Now it’s all business, I’ll see you later, probably for another business meeting. Why did getting boyfriends mean everything ended? Hell, half of us date somebody who was at Prey all the time anyway! Carrie and you work there and Richie is practically an employee too as often as the Red Hoods play there!
Sighing heavily, Ashley looks up from the beer to Billy.
Ashley Kenyon: Now all we ever seem to do is get scolded about money and argue over who said what or who did what. Somehow it always ends up being my fault and then we wander off until the next meeting where anything going wrong is my fault again!
She reaches out for the beer, taking it in her hand and staring at it’s contents.
Ashley Kenyon: I don’t understand why everybody keeps pulling away and then screaming at me when I ask them why! What the hell did I do to deserve that? It’s almost as annoying as having to share the North American Championship with a guy for two and half months who hasn’t been to work in two and half months!
She pushes the beer away and then stares at the band again as they proceed to murder a Guns N Roses song.
Ashley Kenyon: Can we just… go some place else?
Billy nods and finishes off his Sprite.
Billy Hawkes: Ok.
They get up and wander out of the establishment, looking for other fish to fry for entertainment.
Four hours later, Ashley fires up her webcam and shakes her head when it comes on.
Ashley Kenyon: Is this where I rip off Cole Hunter and say, “just keep telling yourself that?”
She shrugs, glaring hatefully into the camera.
Ashley Kenyon: You brought it up first, big boy. You love trumpeting Joshua McBride as a reason for why everyone should be afraid of you and yet, when somebody points out that they had to hit you just once and the great and powerful Oz vanished, suddenly, I’m the one not remembering shit right? I was the one who was actually there, Dorian! I’m the one who fought, who was there for every fight, every match, which we won, by the way! By the time you got to Joshua Mcbride, nobody gave a damn about him anymore because we’d already taken the stand and ruined him in the eyes of damn near everyone!
Shaking her head, Ashley looks away in incredulous disgust.
Ashley Kenyon: It’s amazing how many people want to stand here and say they did that when they didn’t fight at all. Silver Baron likes to say it was his bitchslap, but let’s be honest, has anyone aside from Kyle Travis ever uttered more empty threats and unfulfilled promises of violence than Silver Baron? You can hear the guy screaming at damn near anyone who works for him and it always ends with a death threat that you know isn’t gonna go anywhere…
She chuckles darkly.
Ashley Kenyon: Gee, where did I just hear talk of killing people to make somebody sound bad ass?
Looking back into the camera, she sits forward to make sure it captures her full level of, “You can’t be serious.”
Ashley Kenyon: You put a clip in somebody because they did you wrong?
Nodding like she doesn’t believe it at all, she waves her fingers at him in mock fear.
Ashley Kenyon: Oh, did you? Does that mean I should be worried that Mister Hardass Biker Boy is gonna show up with all these weapons and use them to shut me up in the ring?
She rolls her eyes and then glares back into the camera.
Ashley Kenyon: No, no you won’t and you know why you won’t? Because if you so much as threatened to, you’d lose that great big hunk of gold you’ve been flashing before you ever got near me. You won’t do shit because you can’t do shit! You have to play by the rules or you lose the only thing you have left since you went out and did things to make yourself that deadbeat you obviously don’t appreciate being called on being!
She pauses to smack herself in the head mockingly.
Ashley Kenyon: As for the head trauma? Look who’s not paying attention now! Vince Jones tried that on me with his loaded gloves and all it got him was a one way ticket to tap out land. I love how you keep putting stuff on me though and acting like whatever’s going on with you wasn’t your choice or wasn’t your fault. “Oh they won’t LET me see my daughter.” If you were the half the monster you claimed to be ain't’ no one would have to let you do a goddamn thing, they’d need the National Guard to keep you away! That they don’t need that means it’s a choice, one YOU made, one that makes YOU a deadbeat motherfucker that pussied out because the going got too tough all over again!
She sits back, pondering the whole situation for a second before nodding slowly.
Ashley Kenyon: You know actually what my favorite thing you said was though was when you called my mouth a ball washer because it really meant you had nothing left. You said I was full of it, didn’t really bother to go into how and then you did what every other man who feels threatened by somebody of the opposite sex and half their size does, you made it sexual and talked down to me because I’m a woman, implying that all I was good for involved things that would pleasure someone like you.
She looks the camera up and down as if she’s checking out a guy she find horribly unattractive and physically repugnant.
Ashley Kenyon: It was just so sad to look at you, somebody who’s as big, physically gifted, and to know there’s nothing to wash between them legs at all.
She leans in, nodding almost playfully.
Ashley Kenyon: I used to hear rumors about you, Dorian. That your voice was never used because of the effect it would have on people and on women in general. There was this rumble that it was deep, so full and luscious and golden brown and delicious that it made men forget they had balls and made women’s pants combust with lust…
She nods even more playfully.
Ashley Kenyon: Like you were some kind of combination of Black Bolt and Alanis Morissette as God in Dogma. That your voice, it was just so strong and awesome and buttery, finger-lickin good delicious…
She rolls her eyes again, the playful smile disappearing with it.
Ashley Kenyon: Well, now that we know that rumor was the kind of bullshit usually reserved for religious zealots and politicians running for President, I can honestly say I wish you’d stayed silent because it was so much more romantic and awesome just wondering if you were nothing but the typical male ego than listening to you open your black hole of charisma and removing all doubt!
She leans in, glaring hatefully.
Ashley Kenyon: I’m not projecting a goddamn thing, Dorian. When I look at you, all I do is shake my head and wish I was stoned because then I could say it was all just a bad hallucination brought on by fun rather than the sad truth that you turned out to be the biggest fucking myth this side of Joshua McBride!
An accusing finger points at the camera.
Ashley Kenyon: I don’t have to make it personal because you did that a long time ago when you spent the last year lying out your ass and now use that belt to justify everything you pissed on to get there! Where were you when we needed you? Where are you now when anybody else needs you?
The hand with the finger flies up and smacks her in the head mockingly.
Ashley Kenyon: Oh, that’s right, you’re sitting somewhere in the middle of nowhere on your bike, jacking off on that belt trying to convince yourself it was all really worth it and that you really are whatever nickname you’re hanging on yourself this week! People make fun of Kyle Travis for the shit he spews because he’s borderline delusional but at least he believes it! You…
She shrugs.
Ashley Kenyon: You stare at that belt and keep telling yourself it’ll shut people up, that it’ll shit me up…
She holds up her belt to show him.
Ashley Kenyon: I got one of those too so what’s your next great quotation that’s supposed to be a hammer and win an argument? You gonna look at somebody and scream, “well at least I’ve still got my hair!” at a bald man because somehow that means he was wrong about nuclear physics?
She nods, her belt still held aloft.
Ashley Kenyon: You want me to shut up?
She lowers her belt and glares into the camera.
Ashley Kenyon: Make me!
