[ Yeah. Okay. She's going to need a drink before she deals with this. Andy helps herself to a big swig of fire whiskey — ah, fuck, that stuff always burns — wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and setting the bottle down on the table harder than really necessary. ]
Alright. Fine.
[ She's closing distance now, with some determination — putting her hands on him, shoving him up against the kitchen counter, and roughly wedging her thigh between his. ]
Is this how you fucking want it? [ Her voice has gone low and little biting. ] You'd rather do this then just talk to me?
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Alright. Fine.
[ She's closing distance now, with some determination — putting her hands on him, shoving him up against the kitchen counter, and roughly wedging her thigh between his. ]
Is this how you fucking want it? [ Her voice has gone low and little biting. ] You'd rather do this then just talk to me?