3rd fam meeting:
"I finished everything, so no, you don't get to torture me in front of everyone."
"Damn, sis, that brattitude. Are you gonna let her talk to you like that, doc?"
"Stop trying to instigate," Toby scolded me, then went back to giving Clo the googly eyes.
"When are you two gonna fuck already?"
"Violet!" Molly shrieked, throwing a pillow at me.
I swatted it away towards Izaak who easily caught it in one quick motion and gave me a stoic glare. "Yo don't throw shit. Someone should spank you for that." I glanced at Izaak. "Aren't you gonna spank her?"
"Shut up! You wouldn't be this obnoxious if Gabe were here."
"Bro what's your fuckin' deal?" I started scooting up in my seat, sorta about to stand but really just wanting to run my mouth, but was cut off by Sergeant Douche.
"That's enough," he said in his serious cop voice. There was a hard-edge to his tone, enough to make my heart skip a beat and my body tingle.
When I caught my breath, I took my snarkiness out on him, with a hint of flirting. "Or else what?"
"You do not want to find out."
"As if you could handle me."
"Twenty-four hours in my care would be good for your attitude. You, however, would not last."
"Ha! Is that a bet? I'll raise you to 48 hours. A whole weekend. When I triumph, you can admit defeat here in front of everyone."
His lips curved in a smirk, then he held his hand out to shake. "Deal."
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