Was he still talking? Seriously. For fcks sake, Paige Pierce was going out of her bloody mind. Did he not know what stop talking meant? Was it that hard to understand? Suffice to say, she wasn’t bloody paying attention anymore - her entire focus was flipping through social media, leaving comments, and texting people she could actually stand being around. Fin, on the other hand, was mumbling something about his sex life which… didn’t Paige just make clear she didn’t give two shts about? In her life, Paige didn’t think she had ever met someone so bloody obsessed with their own voice. Wait… WAIT… cousin Dan was a close second. That man could brag.
The only time Paige actually heard what he was saying was when he mentioned that he would steal it when she got it back, which made her scoff and then full on laugh. “I don’t actually think you know how to do anything without daddy’s money, Fin.” she stated, walking towards him as he turned around. Paige Pierce was always the one to have the last word, and this assh0le better not think any different. “And, Fin, fcking try it. I’ll saw your dck off myself if I hear you were the one to take it… and, make your life hell. Trust me, unlike you, I have connections more than daddy dearest,” with that, she gave him a fck you smile before walking away from him. Last word, baby, last word.