“’A great personality,’ I’m gonna be sick. You can’t tell jack shit about someone’s personality from a drunken hookup; anyone that says they can is a damn liar.” Stevie paused for a moment and looked away from the boy in fear that she might actually gag at the very thought of his statement. With a shake of her head, she turned her attention back to him, her soft features drenched in irritation. “Yeah well, it’s not like you’ll get another chance. ’A great personality’,” she mocked again, attempting to mimic his voice (rather poorly), “It’s like I fucked a damn Disney prince. How disappointing.”
He raised his brows at her words, crossing his arms over his chest in amusement. “ Damn, Wednesday, I did say that I didn’t really talk to her. ” He shook his head in disbelief in her reaction to his words, more amused than anything. “ Maybe not, but she was a good lay either way. ” He let out a startled laugh at her mumbled comment. “ Is that supposed to be an insult? Would you rather I described you as petty and spoiled rotten? ”











