resistance... because if we fight, we might lose
but if we don't fight
Why must men squabble? The new leader of this thing, Sunny, the pretty barkeep - they all seem content to go at it like magpies, waving their dicks and playing their horns and engaging in a game of who said what. It's not what I'm here for, so I stay out of it, only smiling in reply to Adam's greeting before settling into my seat. It doesn't matter to me who's in charge- these things tend to be fairly amorphous in terms of leadership, and I don't have any intention of bowing my head to a man, anyway. Once these three are ready to be civilized I'll set about outlining my skills and finding a role to fill, but for now, let them get their panties unknotted and all the testosterone out.
we've already lost
LUSEA
