A chat with Mazl, part one

"Mazl, I've got a sponsor here that wants to talk to you." Emily says as she opens the door slightly.

"I said go away. I'm done with all these fucking called so-called sponsors. Just leave me alone." Mazl's voice replies from the darkened room.

Emily hands you a walkie talkie as you try to enter the room. "Check in every five minutes, or call if you need anything. We've learned not to go in there when she's like this." A terrified look is on Emily's face. "And sign this waiver."

You do so and head in, standing in the doorway. "Hi Mazl. My name is Jack Smith, and" you say as she interrupts you.

"I don't give a fuck what your name is. Out." Mazl spits.

You sigh. She's going to be a tough nut to crack.

"All I'm asking is for thirty minutes of your time. Then, if you still want me to go, I'll leave you here without another word."

Mazl contemplates this for a moment as your eyes have finally adjusted to the light and behold the monster girl in front of you. Orange-red hair with two ears that jut from the top of her head, bright red wings, and long bulbous tail mark her prominent features. That, along with fur starting at the elbow and knees, leading to paws like a lion and feet like a beast, she is more monster than girl.

"Fine. Do what you want." She says as she rolls over on her bedding to face away from you.

You head over to her bed and sit near to her head. You fragrance begins to assail her senses. "I want you to listen. You don't have to talk. My name is Jack Smith, and I'm looking to sponsor."

You press the button on your walkie talkie. "I'm ok. Play my interview now." You say into your walkie talkie.

Over the room's speaker, your interview plays. Not much is heard from Mazl as she quietly sulks, soaking in both your fragrance and your interview. You check in every 5 minutes, as agreed.

Your interview plays for 15 minutes and you check in. "Listen. It's not much, but I know what it's like to be picked last. Every god damn time. That's why I'm here, in your room, trying to pick you for my team."

Mazl turns over to face you. Her head is dangerously near your lap. "So, you think we're such kindred spirits, huh? You have no freaking clue. Even within my own kind, shunned."

"Been there, done that too." You say as you go on to relate both glasses and braces in childhood. "Hell, I was even rejected by my bitch of an ex wife. But you heard that in my interview."