Well shit. Cliff narrowed his eyes as the man shifted away from him, the shiny silver object moving just out of his reach. He wiggled forward in his seat, his fingers creeping closer, although he paused to bark a laugh at this man. “Me? The company I keep is a hell of a lot better than the company you keep.” He'd wager most of his friends were better people than he was. As the man waved his program in some feeble attempt to get him to vacate the seat, Cliff couldn't help but laugh at him - he was like a cockroach. Hard to kill and impossible to get rid of.

Instead he tossed his arm around the chair behind the man. “Nah, I think I’m good. You’re pretty damn rude, ya know? You smell like absolute shit with whatever perfume you stole from your lady, but I wasn’t going to comment on that.” He wrinkled his nose for good measure. If this stranger was going to cast judgment on him - probably sound judgment, but still - he was going to toss it right back. He hated the upper class because they were snobs and thought themselves better than him.

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