full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane
Gazing down at the offending shoulder that had apparently caused all of the problems, Jack could only let out a sigh as even that didn't seem to bring Eloise any peace. "What the fuck do you want from me right now?" he asked, as puzzled by her thoughts as her erratic actions. He could happily storm off if that was what she was after, but given her less than predictable state so far he was half sure that would make things worse.
And she didn't seem all that interested in continuing her tirade against him, else he was sure he'd have a further battering of fists against his bare chest, or shoulder, or whatever other part of him she thought was worth beating up at this point. "Feel any better yet?"
And she didn't seem all that interested in continuing her tirade against him, else he was sure he'd have a further battering of fists against his bare chest, or shoulder, or whatever other part of him she thought was worth beating up at this point. "Feel any better yet?"
