Fiona Sutton grabbed the bathroom door, refusing to go in. "She's gone too far! I'm not going to work at Star Media!" she declared, pouting, her words laced with anger.
"Alright, alright, you don't have to go," Yancy Hastings urged, but her strength was surprisingly great.
"But you're the one making it impossible for me to find a job!" Fiona's expression suddenly changed, and she started pounding on his bare chest. "It's all your fault! All your fault! You're so classless! I'll fight you!" she yelled, feigning a drunken tantrum.
Yancy Hastings frowned and grabbed her flailing hands. Her strength might be considerable among women, but before him, she was like a child.
"Stop flailing!"
Yancy Hastings scratched his buzz cut in annoyance, then picked her up with one hand and tossed her into the bathroom.
"Don't come out until you're clean! Damn it, you actually dared to feign drunkenness before me!"
With a BANG, Yancy Hastings slammed the bathroom door shut.
