“You said you were five minutes ago, asswipe. Takes you five minutes to find your wallet?”
I’m not sure I like Celia very much so far.
“Needed to piss. Your fatass friend was in your bathroom, so I pissed in your sink.”
I’m even less sure I like Sam.
Friend, huh. Anyone we know?
Celia kicked under the coffee table to strike his shin.
Sam just smiled and stepped back. “Kidding. I went off the fire escape.”
Right, because public urination is better than in a private sink.
“That’s not any better!”
“It’s all water and shit down there. Any place that doesn’t smell like hot garbage smells like a toilet.
Before reading this part, I considered going into how I could understand it if it were into the ocean or something but I doubted there would be an ocean on the same side as a fire escape, so I was surprised by the water excuse. Until I remembered the state of Brockton Bay streets.
Still, though, I do think the sink would be marginally better.
Here. Stop bitching.” He threw a plastic movie rental card at her.
…alright, let’s rent Monsters Inc, that’s a good one.
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