Hank rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "If that's sexy? I'm a perky blonde cheerleader." she deadpanned. "And fuck my schoolwork...hell, fuck my dad, he's being an asshole."

Standing, Hank began to pace restlessly...like her father, she got easily agitated, but unlike her father she sometimes couldn't contain the physicality of her own emotion. "What you need to do is just fucking ask him out. No bullshit. And whore yourself out...just a tiny bit, and not fucking literally. Just...fucking *wow* him, girl. Seriously. Catch his freaking eye, and the rest will follow."