"You just get the fuck outta my apartment!" Callan shouted again, the curtain rod holding up the curtain he'd wrapped around himself moaning as he took a few steps for emphasis toward the bedroom door. He stopped short, not wanting to pull down the curtain rod which would undoubtedly cause the mirror on the vanity and maybe the whole vanity to tip forward and fall to the ground. "God damn, are ya waitin' for a fuckin' escort?! GET THE FUCK OUT!"