LATER THAT NIGHT
Gracie: I will never forgive you for tonight.
Kow: Fuck off, Gracie.
Kow: He broke the code.
Gracie: Ah. This mythical code again. Trent already told me about it.
Gracie: Since when do you give a fuck about me, Kow?
Gracie: You fuck my friends, but I can’t fuck yours?
Kow: Is that what this is about? PAYBACK?
Gracie: NO.
Gracie: I know diving into a random puck bunny’s pussy is your goal in life but dicks aren’t the center of my existence.
Kow: Did this all start as bullshit? This PA crap was just a front?
Gracie: Of course it wasn’t.
Kow: He should have ASKED.
Gracie: As far as I know, King Charles III is our king not King Charles I. He doesn’t have to ask you dick.
Gracie: Do I ask you about your relationships?
Kow: This is different and if you can’t see that then there’s nothing to say.
Gracie: I told Trent, and now I’m telling you. Hurt him again, I’ll make the ‘green dye affair’ look like small potatoes by comparison.
