She was willing to endure a lot to get her goals. This was not one of them. As soon as she heard the pig squealing, she started to get dressed.
And now a band? A FUCKING BAND? TO GO WITH MIMES?
She stormed past Nick and out the door, not caring that the pizza boxes tipped out of his arms or that the mimes were cringing back, away from her own fury. Halfway to the elevator she whipped around, "I don't know what kind of sick fuck you are, but this shit? This is sick."
Felicia felt herself start to tear up. She hadn't meant to, but the bastard had been putting her off for months and then told her he couldn't turn his phone off for a few fucking hours and now this whole circus? She spun back towards the elevator and sucked in a breath to keep from spilling those tears in front of him. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.
As if it had been waiting for her, the elevator opened as soon as she tapped the down button. Felicia stepped inside and once the doors were closed allowed her makeup to run under tears of utter humiliation. Fury was going to fucking pay for this. Black Cat would make sure of it.