Violently, Merci grabbed up the would-be r****t and forced him up against the wall. He regained his consciousness immediately when she did this.
"Hey lady, take your hands off me," he quickly rebelled, resisting Merci's hold.
"Quiet," Merci said, turning him around and twisting his arm backwards.
"Aargh! You stupid b***h---"
Right away Merci twisted his arm even more.
"What do you want!?" He bawled.
"Where are the girls?"
"Girls, what girls?!"
"A sixteen-year-old girl you were seen with at Club Frixtion the ninth of March," Jessica impatiently intervened. "She has purple hair, speckled face with dimples and an ambition to become a lawyer. Does that ring any bells to you?!"
"Sorry, never met her," he smiled. Yet in his moment of smuggery, Merci snapped his middle fingers backwards.
