[Her body language and that of her rottweiler was all the answer that he needed on the subject. He figured she had to have a stiff spine if she didn't break into tears or immediately start to swear at him. It was a fact of life that he found disrespectful and well earning a bullet to the dick for.
He glanced back from where he was filling his bottle with gasoline or whatever equivalent was used in this place.] I would rather eat a bullet then put moves on some woman around the same age as my daughter. However, I know what I'd do to a guy I caught doing something naughty to her against her will. [He offered a razor smile that hinted at the kind of pain he would inflict.
Of course, Rumlow had no daughter. A little lie never hurt anyone on that matter, and there was no one here to confirm or deny his claim anyway.
He stepped away now that his bottle was three-quarters way full and stuff one end of the rag into it to stopper the fumes from leaving and to prime his make-shift molotov cocktail.] I think fighting for something that you believe in is far more worthwhile than running away from the fights happening around you. To each their own.
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He glanced back from where he was filling his bottle with gasoline or whatever equivalent was used in this place.] I would rather eat a bullet then put moves on some woman around the same age as my daughter. However, I know what I'd do to a guy I caught doing something naughty to her against her will. [He offered a razor smile that hinted at the kind of pain he would inflict.
Of course, Rumlow had no daughter. A little lie never hurt anyone on that matter, and there was no one here to confirm or deny his claim anyway.
He stepped away now that his bottle was three-quarters way full and stuff one end of the rag into it to stopper the fumes from leaving and to prime his make-shift molotov cocktail.] I think fighting for something that you believe in is far more worthwhile than running away from the fights happening around you. To each their own.