[ he knows it's his own fault, he should have never had it out with her in public like that. but he always was a master of first impressions... still, amos' words burrow under his skin and even with exhaustion and liquor dulling his senses, he grips his tray in a white-knuckle grip, his lip curling in barely concealed rage. ]
You don't know anything about her.
[ SO SHUT THE EFF UP!!! basically. frank actually growls, well, more of a deep grunt as he shoves his elbow into amos on his way to get coffee. don't talk shit about karen page he'll end yo life son. ]
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You don't know anything about her.
[ SO SHUT THE EFF UP!!! basically. frank actually growls, well, more of a deep grunt as he shoves his elbow into amos on his way to get coffee. don't talk shit about karen page he'll end yo life son. ]