Joanie Wicker | The Wicked Witch of the West (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wickedwicker) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs, |
Suddenly, this wasn't a joke anymore. Joanie was bristling, jaw tight as she rounded to face him. "I'm so what?" she hissed, tightening her free hand into the material of her dress. What the hell was he saying? That she was absolutely insufferable, and thus horrible? Fuck him. Fuck all of this. She should have known better than to actually attempt a "dating" thing. Clearly, she had lost her head. Damn his good looks and charm.
"Child, I think that-"
"I told you to be quiet!"