*snorts* We'll see if you change your tune which you won't when Ehtello sends you a nice, fat, itemized bill.
*yanks her hand out of your grip and glares bloody death at you, wiping the (invisible) lip-prints off on your sleeve (ugh why do you always do shit like that what are you gay too?)* Dude, you'll be talking outta the side of your face one of these days. *pushes up to her feet, grimacing* Soon as I figure out why I'd feel guilty if I actually kicked your ass.