Oh for the love of-- [Her elbow connects with some dude's face, she doesn't care who, as she wades in further, mentally counting how much he's going to owe her after this. Someone's foot is crushed beneath hers, and she promptly ducks another poorly aimed fist.
Now where the hell is he?
Zessica catches a brief glimpse of the familiar jacket, and she heads in that direction before calling out again.]
srsly :|
Now where the hell is he?
Zessica catches a brief glimpse of the familiar jacket, and she heads in that direction before calling out again.]
Clay, I swear to God!