charlie west, also known as 'cactus the angry elf' (littledeadly) wrote in immune_ic,
Charlie let out a barking laugh. "Ma'am? Shit, son. I was a Marine." She explained with a grin. Things like 'sir' and 'ma'am' were second-nature to her and rather than being offended by the title, she welcomed it. It reminded her of way back when, being out in the desert with her buddies. Usually it was 'West', occasionally 'Charlie', but ma'am was saved for special occasions-- when she snapped and scared the shit out of them. It seemed like she was having the same effect on this little whelp.
"Ma'am's fine by me. Just none of that 'sweetie', 'baby', 'darling', 'Blondie' bullshit." She explained, reaching over and taking the bottle back once he'd taken a swig, tossing back another sip herself. "Or Stephanie. Apparently I look like a fucking Stephanie, according to Douchebags Anonymous." Well, okay. Only one person had called her Stephanie, but it still bugged her.
After a moment and another long sip, she slid her gaze over to her new drinking buddy. "So, Mike, you gonna tell me why you look like someone pissed on your fuckin' birthday cake? Or you gonna just mope about it? I'm fuckin' cool with it either way, mind," she shrugged, fishing a cigarette out of her pockets and lighting it up. "Just wondering why you're drinking with a bitch rather than dancing with one of the lovely ladies." Her eyes flicked over to various members of the Princess Squad, rolling her eyes.