
Zhi stared at Jager over the bottle. Her face was just starting to swell; red marks were starting to deepen and mature. In a day or two she would be a marvelous explosion of color.
"Ye still on about th'beatin'? Gerroff it. I asked ye to, what, ye think I'll change me mind an' start gabbin' at ye? Nothin' but yer own mind kickin' at ye over't. Gaw, I think yer snivelin's hurtin' worse'n th'beatin'."
Getting personal wasn't exactly her idea of a nice afterparty to their tangle in the street.
"Ye still on about th'beatin'? Gerroff it. I asked ye to, what, ye think I'll change me mind an' start gabbin' at ye? Nothin' but yer own mind kickin' at ye over't. Gaw, I think yer snivelin's hurtin' worse'n th'beatin'."
Getting personal wasn't exactly her idea of a nice afterparty to their tangle in the street.