Molly had stood along with the men, a snarl on her face. She didn't know why, couldn't properly remember why, but she had a complete an utter certainty she could drive rings around anyone here. It wasn't some sort of conceit, but some gut deep instinct that went to the core. She KNEW the way the trees and telephone poles would seem to curve into the road when you hit one twenty and every little move of the wheel would multiply in the steering tenfold.
She just couldn't remember doing it. And it was more than frustrating, she was near to tears with it. But she wasn't going to break. No, she let her anger take the frustration.
"Keep it up asshole and I will personally take you apart. I don't give a flying fuck if you're a cop. I'll show you what this bird can do, and when you regain consciousness you can spend the time your bones are healing rethinking your rude, belligerent, outdated, outmoded and frankly moronic attitude." She half advanced on him, her pupils narrowing in her anger, giving them a distinctly oval appearance.
"I can't remember my own name, my own mother, who I am or what I've done with my life. I'm stuck in some crazy Twilight Zone episode with a bunch of stranger, who could be my best friends or greatest enemies for all I know. But I'll damn well treat them with respect and decency, because they're in the same fuckin' boat as I am and just as confused. I will not tolerate any more of your shit. You want to sling it, go to the goddamn bathroom and while your in their stick your head in and flush a few times."
Her face was flushed with her anger, and she felt her nails bite into her palms. "Do I make myself clear?" She had moved in close enough to poke him in the chest.
Oddly enough, he didn't seem to be looking her in the face, but seemed horribly enthralled by her... what.. her hair?
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[Molly] Getting her Irish up
Date: 2007-03-01 11:15 pm (UTC)She just couldn't remember doing it. And it was more than frustrating, she was near to tears with it. But she wasn't going to break. No, she let her anger take the frustration.
"Keep it up asshole and I will personally take you apart. I don't give a flying fuck if you're a cop. I'll show you what this bird can do, and when you regain consciousness you can spend the time your bones are healing rethinking your rude, belligerent, outdated, outmoded and frankly moronic attitude." She half advanced on him, her pupils narrowing in her anger, giving them a distinctly oval appearance.
"I can't remember my own name, my own mother, who I am or what I've done with my life. I'm stuck in some crazy Twilight Zone episode with a bunch of stranger, who could be my best friends or greatest enemies for all I know. But I'll damn well treat them with respect and decency, because they're in the same fuckin' boat as I am and just as confused. I will not tolerate any more of your shit. You want to sling it, go to the goddamn bathroom and while your in their stick your head in and flush a few times."
Her face was flushed with her anger, and she felt her nails bite into her palms. "Do I make myself clear?" She had moved in close enough to poke him in the chest.
Oddly enough, he didn't seem to be looking her in the face, but seemed horribly enthralled by her... what.. her hair?