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shaelyn evans. (_lynnie) wrote,

Too late to take it back now. But that was alright. As soon as Shaelyn got the anger out of her system, she'd be fine. Juuust fine. Except, it was Tyler at the door, and he should have expected her to punch him. She was certainly mad enough, and whether or not Tyler hit women back, well. That was on him, and only on him. She didn't play fair, she never had. But she at least kept it to an open palm to start out; the second she saw him, without even a second thought, her hand came up, slapping him hard. "Who the fuck invited you over here, ace? I'm sorry, did you think my threatening to punch you was a subliminal message for please come over, please please!?"

Her eyes narrowed as she withdrew her hand, allowing it to curl into a fist at her side. She was probably half of his size, at least in muscles and body mass, but damned if she wouldn't try and knock him out. He'd said he'd like to see her try -- if he wasn't careful, he was going to get exactly that wish. "Look, I'm packing," she began, biting down slowly on her tongue to keep from saying anything that would require a bleep-out if it were on a television show. "Be quick about whatever it is you came over here for, Boothe."

Gauging how angry she was with him was the easy part. It could be measured with what she called him by. Ty was mild annoyance and/or normal affection and adoration. Tyler was mild annoyance and/or more than mild annoyance. Officer was when she was feeling playful. Boothe? Boothe took the cake, because it meant she was just angry enough that she was talking like one of the guys, and didn't give a damn if he knew it. "Well?" She crossed her arms over her chest and waited, stonily staring at him as though he were an amoeba on her wall.

No, 'furious' didn't even come close to cutting it.