Ariella
No amount of duck-fat curly fries or Bacon Glory burgers could have made this better.
"I said, f**k off!" Vincent screamed at me again, throwing another tray at me that bounced off my shield.
I sighed, my fists propped under my chin as I sat on an empty medical bed across the room from him. "And I said, I need a urine sample."
He snarled at me, embarassment and anger flaring, his eyes darkened and he searched for something else to throw, finding he'd already thrown everything and it laid scattered around me.
"Are you seriously still looking for things to throw at me?" I asked, my voice flat.
He snarled. "You piss me off!"
I moved my hand, summoning all the items and placed them back where they started, Vincent glaring between me and the objects before he grabbed a bed
