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, |
(( OOC: I support this plan. Let's form a picket line. ))
Damnit he was using up all her cliches. And making it seem like he didn't like them. Everybody liked blonde popstars, they kept the economy afloat with their drunken shenanigans and crotch-flashing capers. Clearly, he was wrong, and his opinion that she was irritating was completely off-base. However, he seemed to be losing intentionally. Or maybe he was winning intentionally. Damnit, she didn't know where this argument was going, and that just made her angrier.
"Well fine!" she spat, stomping one foot so that the "click" of her high heel filled the entire closet. "Then I will get under your skin, and not be complacent, and cackle when I damn well please!" Where had that last point come from? She didn't know, but she had to play it off. "So there." Clearly, this was a victory of some kind.