"Pity face?" That was it. He could go fuck himself for all she cared. She turned directions on him, and walked past him. This time though, she gave him a really good, hard shove before she took off past him. "You don't know SHIT about me, or my fuckin' life, Wylie."
"Yeah, ya done gone an' proved that last bit," and especially with the way that Hoyt had talked to her, and treated her as well his mother, as well as her maker, her parents, Pam and Eric, among many, many others, and now to add to it, Wylie. Jessica wasn't in the mood, or the mind frame to take this bullshit. She was having a perfectly fine night playing mind fuck games with that other guy. Someone she wasn't even remotely attracted to, nor did she have a lick of feelings, thoughts, or notions concerning. And Wylie had played a somewhat possessive hand with the guy, and told him to go. Now, he was going to pull this shit? Yeah, so not having it.
She headed toward the front door of the bar, and out toward the waiting camera's and the crazy religious ass-hats behind them. But before she did so, she turned to him and screamed at him as loud as she could. "Have fuckin' fun findin' someone as fuckin' cynical, mean, rude, an' douchey as yerself--an' may be they might take the same shit I don' taken from ya...ya live an' learn, right?! May be they will take fuckin' pity on ya, an' put ya outta yer goddamn misery as slow as slow can be. Since, it seems, tha' is exactly wha' ya keep drivin' at wit' me! Sorry I couldn' give ya wha' ya fuckin' wanted! It was not nice knowin' ya!" She was currently livid, and crushed. She thought Hoyt was scum, but Wylie was closing those ranks rather quickly.
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Date: 2011-10-14 08:17 am (UTC)"Yeah, ya done gone an' proved that last bit," and especially with the way that Hoyt had talked to her, and treated her as well his mother, as well as her maker, her parents, Pam and Eric, among many, many others, and now to add to it, Wylie. Jessica wasn't in the mood, or the mind frame to take this bullshit. She was having a perfectly fine night playing mind fuck games with that other guy. Someone she wasn't even remotely attracted to, nor did she have a lick of feelings, thoughts, or notions concerning. And Wylie had played a somewhat possessive hand with the guy, and told him to go. Now, he was going to pull this shit? Yeah, so not having it.
She headed toward the front door of the bar, and out toward the waiting camera's and the crazy religious ass-hats behind them. But before she did so, she turned to him and screamed at him as loud as she could. "Have fuckin' fun findin' someone as fuckin' cynical, mean, rude, an' douchey as yerself--an' may be they might take the same shit I don' taken from ya...ya live an' learn, right?! May be they will take fuckin' pity on ya, an' put ya outta yer goddamn misery as slow as slow can be. Since, it seems, tha' is exactly wha' ya keep drivin' at wit' me! Sorry I couldn' give ya wha' ya fuckin' wanted! It was not nice knowin' ya!" She was currently livid, and crushed. She thought Hoyt was scum, but Wylie was closing those ranks rather quickly.