He looked down at the shapes, which were people now that the dark was over with, and he decided he was pretty much stuck in a can of bitch pudding. Fucking hell. Just sitting in here with the bitchiest women he'd run into so far and a French guy.
And now the butch chick was poking at his manhood. Yeah, like he was some goddamn idiot. "Fuck if I know but it seems a metric fuckton better than being stuck in here." Pretty sure this was someone's recipe for hell in a box. Seth rarely got annoyed to the point where he was angry, but now? He rolled his eyes upward and then looked to the second woman who'd spoken. "I'll save my bitching, but just because you two seem to have cornered the market on it." He motioned to the other woman. "I don't see you two offering any solutions for getting out of here or making this a more pleasant stay."