[they're basically eye to eye, and he's quiet for the most uncomfortable few seconds in the world. until he's not, and he's headbutting her in the face, right between the eyes into the soft cartilage of her nose. she started it, asked for it, is what he thinks.]
That was your first mistake. [he shoves her into the door, holds her at arm's length by the throat with one strong hand. with his free one, he reaches into the dresser, pulls out a shirt he doesn't care about and holds it up to her.] You're gonna need this in 3.
[that answer doesn't sound right, but he accepts it. there are more important things at stake here.]
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That was your first mistake. [he shoves her into the door, holds her at arm's length by the throat with one strong hand. with his free one, he reaches into the dresser, pulls out a shirt he doesn't care about and holds it up to her.] You're gonna need this in 3.
[that answer doesn't sound right, but he accepts it. there are more important things at stake here.]
Where are my cigarettes?