”whatever you say tough guy. I’m the bad guy, as always.” she responded sarcastically rolling her eyes. As much as she’d rather be basically anywhere else at that moment, it seemed like they were going to be stuck there for a while and let me just say that wasn’t exactly encouraging news. There were days she wouldn’t mind being stuck in an elevator with that guy, but now? Oh hell no. Someone get her out of there stat.
”you tell me what else did I blame you for because I’m pretty sure you can’t name even one thing. Come on, I want to see you try. Dig it up and tell me exactly why you hate me so much that you won’t even spit in my direction.” she said, his attitude getting on her nerves. ”not like you have anything better to do, do you Montoya? Or… not really a Montoya” she added with a snarky tone to her voice.
”give me that bloody bottle” she muttered and took it from his hand drinking out of it like a Parker. And y’all know Parkers sure love their scotch. ”I’d rather live in a bunker filled with rats than to have elio’s child, thank you but no thanks” she added