by Robin Stanton » Mon Jan 08, 2024 3:02 pm
"Now listen here, fucko. You're going to leave Ryan and her family alone, you got me?" she says, leaning down and grabbing Stradeverde by the lapel. For a moment she considers using his jacket to strangle him but that feels... over the line. It does give her an idea though.
"Because if you don't I am going to make sure you never trust an appliance ever again. Your oven's gonna slam shut on your hand, your dishwasher's gonna use toilet water. Your car's gonna be blasting the Ketchup song forever, every suit jacket you put on you'll ask yourself if the fit is off and if that means it'll randomly get in your way all day. There will be rocks in your shoes and glitter on your pants. Your shower will be warm long enough to catch you off-guard when it turns ice-cold and your cell-phone will bite at your fingers. And when they kick your sorry ass to the curb because it'll be very obvious there's no conversation they can have with you that remains private you'll wonder if it was really worth it for that tiny bar at the harbor and that you simply could have chosen not to ruin your own life when I so graciously warned you what would happen."
Sure, some of it's a bluff and she certainly doesn't want to dedicate her life to making this one guy's life a hell of living objects, not to mention that there's probably no shortage of other goons to pick up his mantle, but right this moment she's mad at this stupid world and this guy in particular. The fact that Ryan betrayed her has nothing at all to do with that.
"I make myself clear, Mister Big Scary Mafioso? I will haunt your ass."