"How fucking hard is it for people to get my damn order right?" A trip to a local Burger King yielded unsavory results. Anger ensued.

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"How fucking hard is it for people to get my damn order right?" A trip to a local Burger King yielded unsavory results. Anger ensued.
”Or you could watch where you’re going, bro.” He fairly distracted as well, and probably could have avoided it but — why the fuck should he move to the side for people who were being just as absentminded as him?
"..." For a few seconds, Melanie did nothing but look at him through blank eyes. "You can't just turn what I say back at me." He could and he did and it was irritating her. "Dude."
Debra Morgan (+) Season 7
≪ ✄ ; —— Bryce rolled his eyes, the smirk on his lips never seeming to falter. He had her right where he wanted her. Sure, he was attracted to Melanie and he could claim six million reasons as to why but — he kept it in. “Mm — I don’t know, he paid well — not to mention I get turned on just thinking about what we did together.” he replied after she spoke, a loud laugh coming from him shortly after. Bryce wasn’t phased at the touches and heated affection she gave to him, maybe he was playing hard to get. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
A flare of irritation ran through her body. Bryce was asking to get slapped -- but, well, nearly all of their interactions went that way. Melanie was angry and Bryce was a cocktease and it went together like oil and water -- or gasoline and fire. "Whore." Melanie's voice was hushed and angry. She gave him a heated look and crossed the room, sitting down on plush wooden chair in Bryce's line of vision. "You liked it." There was a sullen tone to her voice, like a child that hadn't gotten what they'd wanted. "Bitch." Bryce was hers.
"Long may she reign.”
"---'Ey! Watch where you're goin', man." She's a little distracted -- she probably could've avoided bumping into someone easily, but what's done is done.
≪ ✄ ; —— He inhaled sharply, but laughed shortly after. At this point he was used to the butt smacking and sly jokes or insults from the other. Now he was just going to make her possessive or try to push her buttons. He knew her better than she thought. “Fine, fucked a really cute ass dude today — I might even go back for more, he paid well.”
For a few seconds, Melanie did nothing but stare blankly at Bryce's face. Then she squeezed Bryce's ass, hands gliding up his body to slide under the hem of his shirt and gliding on the small of his back. "Bet I could pay better." She was a little more irritated than she let on. Bryce was --- hers. "You're a fucking whore."
Her hand came down to sharply connect with Bryce's bum, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips and eyebrows arched in amusement. "-------- Hey, Bryce. How's work?" Low blow.