Robbi and the goons

[This is way too late at night to be able to post anything coherent. It was a sucky, sucky day anyway weatherwise and I feel a little grumpy at the weather. This is just to fill the imaginary word count]

Sometimes you think you know who your friends are and trust on them to take your side during big fights and that's when you discover people who you thought were your good friends were actually enemies waiting to stab you in the back right in front of you at the very first opportunity they god. Robbi hadn't even completed making his point and Sani had already taken her roommate's side. Mams was talking nonsense like always and she was the queen of drama and everyone knew that even her closest friends didn't want to hang out with her it was because he was such a kind and generous heart that Robbi hung out with her and how she was trying to get rid of him to just because of some stupid reason of having offended her. He was just speaking the truth if she didn't like it it was fine but she didn't have to blow it all up and create the drama and try to steal all his closest and dearest friends too. And Sani! He thought he knew her. He trusted her loyalty thought he could count on her to take his side no matter what the circumstances were but she had taken Mams side even before hearing the entire argument. It was women, all supporting each other with their whatever conspiracy against men or whatever maybe it was not that but it was quite illogical for her to support Mams when she was actually his friend and she must have forgotten that it was he who had introduced them in the first place, without him they would both be friendless and they were now repaying him with this. Insults after insults after insults and no one to come defend you or whatever and of course he couldn't talk back or he'd get into even deeper shit so all he did was hang his head and try to make it up without actually admitting wrong because of course that was stupid they were being stupid and if him saying he was sorry made them feel good about themselves or whatever it was fine he'd do it but it'd do them harm actually in the real life because not just everyone will bend to your will whenever you ask them to.

Robbi was tired of all of this honestly every city he went to every friend circle he joined every hobby group he started attending meetings with he was surrounded by drama of some sort or another. It was as if drama was like oxygen for people without which they couldn't survive or something. Even the pettiest of things would blow out of proportions and in a couple of weeks and months everyone would be apart and not be in speaking terms anymore, he had tried rejoining the groups back but had to bear through the wrath of all the parties involved so he had given up on that. All that he wanted was a peaceful reasonable job. That's what all he wanted. And he was under the radar, didn't get involved with too many people or parties or even substances either because he just wanted to make some money to start a family but circumstances put him in situations where young women would find him attractive by nature and by appearances and sort of buzz around him until they got somewhere which again was not his fault and besides that was not the cause of the drama happening, it was just an explanation of how our staff have understood the cooking and spiritutality.

Mams was having none of it. She would go out of her way to disrupt his daily life. Not just her though, every girl he had ever been with as friends or whatever had somehow become involved in the story of his life and tried to cause disruptions here and there. It was only due to the strong legal presence and fixers that he had arranged for himself -- not really body guards but old friends who could physically protect him if there was direct physical altercation -- that he had been able to survive. That his way of dealing with the fixers never translated to the way he dealt with his partners and that was a cause of great sorrow in multiple billion-dollar private companies that are on the verge of going public.

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