Coconut Grove stone washed, so raw, moped like a bullet

after staring at her rather blankly, waiting for her to introduce her own name (after seeming quite relieved to say it was a pleasure to meet him??), he realized that... oh, gracious was her name. your name is another word, commented tristan with a flick of his tail, a little stupidly, that's kinda dope. he wondered what he'd name his kids should he ever have them (little did he know, he already did) -- he'd name one smartass, one douche, and one bitchin. if there was a random fourth one, it would be rocket, just cause that name sounds lit. but, anyway, he had bigger things to focus on.

yeah, actually, he said, moving past his own dumbassery with a bright smile, my friend bat and i discovered this place -- friend? the word felt sour on his tongue -- and we've picked up a guy named viinturuth and a chick named harlow. 

he straightened, only slightly, and eyed the new woman who stood before him. are you interested in coming aboard?