They want to look rough, but look more worn and beaten as they slouch at the back of the bus. The clothes hang on them like flour sacks, black ballcaps slightly askew in the x, y, z. The older one has a toothpick. The younger one complains about women.
The older one tongues the toothpick and releases a long sigh. “Cuz, don’t call the bitch a cunt on the first date.”
Wisdom for us all.