"He's a right mean fuck," Will sarcastically offered, not in the mood to cater to the whims of some barbie boy obsessed ninny who so dare interrupted his silence. Ah, cutting school. One of the many past times he partook and excelled in.
Will's eyebrow raised again at her boldness to stand closer, though the world was slowly coating over with mental dryer lint, making everything harder to see. "Yeah well, who asked you? I didn't so why don't you run your ass home and go play with your dolls?" He finished his flask, then waited for her to go away.