Character description.

Person A: Poonanie
Tall, lean and full of shit. Part of the Jackass Union. Always have a habit of looking at an angle when looking afar. An extreme straight guy that gives the gay vibe. Believes alcohol is the remedy to everything. To him, mainstream music is crap and has a quirky fashion sense. Despite his looks, he seem to have difficulty getting gf. Mainly because of his hot and cold attitude towards things.  Random much. Regards friendship upmost. Always in the limelight be it good or bad. Though these get him tired, he still try to get the fun going.

Person B: Mangsir
Tanned and buff. Looks like a Malay but is a Chinese. A Chinese but with no Chinese name. He even conjured one for his mother tongue paper. Another joker part of the Jackass Union. Someone who likes to talk about plans and tries to keep with it. Mostly screwing it up. An half-ass musician with the love to tease people especially in the lewd way. Though he's always talking to girls and flirting around, he ranked top as the one to settle down first in the clique.

It's lunchtime period and the eating place is as packed as hell. The weather is hot and with empty stomach, everyone is angsty and eager to get a seat fast. Poonanie and Mangsir split up in search for seats and in the midst of it the stumbled upon the same seat. It's damn lame that they actually didn't notice that they were vying for the same seat. As both approach closer, they saw a tissue paper lying on it.

Mangsir: Hey, somebody booked this seat already sia. Use tissue paper somemore.
Poonanie: Don't care, just sit only. I'll take this seat then you can take another seat when the other people at this table leave. (Takes a piece of tissue paper from the seat and wipes his sweat.)

Just then, the owner of the tissue pack came and claim that the seat is his. Both Poonanie and Mangsir ignored him and continue to linger at the seat.

Owner: Excuse me, could you please stand up as I have already booked this seat. The tissue pack on the seat is mine.
Mangsir: We didn't see any tissue packs when we came so just buzz off.
Owner: But...
Mangsir: But what? Buzz off.
Poonanie: How about we settle it with alcohol?

Owner find it ridiculous and left the scene.
Lame? Yea I know. Cause I ran out of brain juice. Imma let it end this way. Like it or not that's your prob as I'm the author of this lame passage.