[Cornered in the conversation and soon to be up close too. Larry leans down and grips the headboard close to Freddy's head. Brown eyes are searching into his face, still hot, still angry.]
What about them apples makes you think that I'm going to fuck any lady willing especially without your say?
[Alcohol on his breath isn't enough to make him drunk. Maybe enough to make him bold.]
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What about them apples makes you think that I'm going to fuck any lady willing especially without your say?
[Alcohol on his breath isn't enough to make him drunk. Maybe enough to make him bold.]