Sighing, she drummed her fingers on the table her chin rested on. Bored. So bored.
”I’ve got a problem and they said you could help.”
”You were thinking it!”
"Mmm, thinking what?" She mused sweetly.
”You know, you could just fuckin’ use LoJack.” Grumbling as she lowered herself from the car’s bottom, the woman rolled out form beneath it and glared at the blond. “Does that fuckin’ prove to you that I’m capable to run your guns for you? Or do I have to do another shirtless jig for your pleasure? I’m done with the games.”
Cue a very loud squeaking- “What?!”
A shit-eating grin rolls over her expression. “Mmh? What, I didn’t say anything.”
"Sooner or later I’m going to die, but I’m not going to retire."
Margaret Mead. (via quotedojo)