The redhead called out, "You tell him, Flynn Archer!"
I turned to her and said, "Will youpleasestop encouraging him?"
"Up yours," she said, looking back to Flynn.
Right on cue, he released Ronnie with a hard shove and turned to face me. "We're leaving."
How nice of him to ask politely.
I gave him a stiff smile. "You and Ronnie, or…?"
Missing my sarcasm, the redhead gave another huff. "Oh, for crying out loud, he meansyou." Under her breath, she added, "Not that you deserve it. Flanna, my ass."
Well, that was lovely.
