Gwen smiled with an almost poisoned sweetness. "Hey, if you want to hook up with vapid bitches, that's your problem. Why the hell would I care if your tastes were that bad?"
It was grating though, she'd stuck with him through the Darla phase, that was understandable at least, but Eve? Seriously? No one grated on Gwen's nerves quite like the Liaison bitch. With her insincerity and her 'sweetie's. Made Gwen want to spark her every time.
"In case you hadn't noticed, I got a motel to pay for and I'm not exactly qualified to do anything other than steal or dance," she arched an eyebrow. "And there's not anything worth stealing in this town, so get off my back, alright?" A small crackle of electricity traveled down her neck and over her shoulder until it disappeared under her trench coat, leather of course.
"Why don't you just go off and do your own thing, you're good at that."