She's also putting in a call to the station manager to find out where the fuck the attendant was. I mean, 2:30 in the morning? He still wasn't out there when she left.
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Oh, Aimee! How scary! Does she have a cell phone? Calling the cops would not have been an over-reaction.
Oh, Aimee, that's very scary. I'm so glad she's alright.
Jesus, that's scary. I'm so glad the good guys were there. I'm glad she's OK.
Oh, Aimee! How scary! Does she have a cell phone? Calling the cops would not have been an over-reaction.
She does. It was sitting, ever so helpfully, in her middle console in her car. She's been told to staple it to her hip from here on out.
Absolutely!
OMG - so scary. I'm glad she got out of there okay.
That's really scary, Aimee.
Aimee, that is so scary, but yay for directions-getting-guys who were Paying Attention. Purse finding~ma for Askye.
Yes, you do need those boots. And they need you.