PHOEBE
"Clearly not." she said a bit dryly, though she struggled to not take it personal. "You can join the club in fact. I'm sure they'd love another member." she mumbled as she stood to walk back towards a cabinet she kept tightly locked because of the sorts of medicines in it. "You really are a prude."
She stopped and turned slowly back to him, looking thoroughly unamused. "Or perhaps you just aren't used to a woman with standards." she huffed, crossing her arms as she glared across at him. "But since you seem to really like hurling insults at me, maybe instead I'll just let you go through withdrawal from your drugs instead of helping you out." she said, the amusment from his demenor wearing off now. Of course, he couldn't know he was hitting on sore spots...but she wasn't feeling particularly forgiving at the moment. First Loren mad fun of her, acted like a friend and then disappeared, now this guy was insulting her in her infirmary.
Men were such a pain.
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
