“Can I refill your eggnog for you? Get you something to eat? Drive you out to the middle of nowhere and leave you for dead?” ((tfw Glitch has no holiday cheer, lol.))
Lucy stared at her petite brown-haired friend in horror. “AFTER I KILLED ALL THOSE GUARDS FOR YOU AS AN EARLY CHRISTMAS GIFT, YOU WANT TO GET RID OF ME? I even dressed like a normal person for you tonight! I could have worn my blinking ‘Merry Killmas’ sweater, but nooooo I told you I’d dye my hair red so everyone thought I was that half-fish man’s wife and we could have a normal evening where I don’t threaten the bartender to get our drinks.” Slamming her drink back on to the bar top, Lucy reached for her purse. As her hand wrapped about the smooth rose gold handle of her gun, she smiled coyly at the bartender. “Any last words?”