Re: Log: Meredith/Sam
[But if you touch me again...]
You talk down to me like I'm shit. Like you're so fucking superior, yeah? Don't fucking touch you again? What am I? Your fucking servant or something? And, yeah, ok. It's us. It's all us. You're the fucking Virgin Mary of martyrs. Nothing you do is your fault, is it? I'm asking you a fucking question. He's been dry for fucking years, and you pull THIS SHIT? Are you fucking serious? This isn't about me shoving your shoulder, it's about YOU. HERE. What the fuck? Like you don't stress him the fuck out by flouncing every single fucking time someone says something you don't like. Newsflash, baby. People can say whatever they want, because you're such a fucking bitch to them. I been trying to play nice and kiss your ass for his sake, but not any fucking more. You want to drag Neil down? You won't get anymore help from me.
[And with that, she took her index finger, and she poked Meredith right in the fucking forehead - boop. If you touch me again. Fuck, that. And Sam's gapped smile wasn't nice when it bloomed a second later.] As for that asshole? You wanted to fuck him so bad you could taste it. You wanted him to fuck you so bad you could taste it. So get the fuck off that high horse, baby. We all know you want to fucking slum. [She flicked at Meredith's fluttery skirt.] In that virgin's fucking skirt.