(doubt it, I have the habits of people twice my age, like going to bed now before midnight before I collapse of fatigue and yelling at neighborhood kids for playing in the parking lot. :^)
Enjoy your youth while you have it, soon you'll be like me and need like 3 cups of coffee just to wake up in the morning)

(Who says I can wake up in the morning? Who says I'll ever allow myself to drink coffee? WHO SAYS I HAVE YOUTH?!! :D besides, I'm mentally the age of someone 4 times my age, in a way that I'm really smart and mature. If I need to be. I'm to lazy to be mature most of the time.)

"Son, yeh don't know what yeh 'oing, do yah? Ma venom can burn through anythin'. Now, gimme a fiver!" He growled, his horrifying teeth on show.

Saras
"I hope you realize I have been in scraps with your kind. All that happens is my gear is mucked up. They, however, always end up as a pile of green goo. So you give me some money, or I'll end you right here. Pretty sure there's a bounty pn you, dead or alive."

"Your the ones who are 'armed by alcohol, eh. I 'rink it daily, so it all goes into meh stomach son. My belly if mostly alcohol." He said, "So hand over your cash son." He growled, holding out an ugly clawed green hand.

(You know for a fact Im more mature than you.)

Im not gonna get into this. Nope. Still dont have my swords, nothing to protect me. Im literally a sitting duck if I get involved. She sat down by the kids, sort of being a babysitter.

Saras
Saras grinned, and said, "I hope you realize it's only the expensive stuff that's potent enough to actually harm my scales, not the cheap grog you have. Besides, being drung just slows you."

" 'ust, gimme a tip you dirt-scale (alien curse.)!" He snarled.

She came out of the alleyway. Oh, you did not just say that. You are going to let us through with no tip needed. Understand? she said in an almost controlling voice.

(So, sorry about the suggestive nature of what Saras is about to say, but he's trying to rile this tub of lard so he tries to take a swing at Saras.)
Saras
"You're so fat, you couldn't pay a hooker enough to lay with you. In fact, I'm betting the last woman you laid was your mother," Saras said with a dark grin, internally switching on the energy field that would keep the stuff off his scales.