He rubbed his jaw, and smiled, hell even winked. And grabbed a dew and sat on the couch, let her throw her fit, he did not care. Dad would be pissed, but oh fucking well. " Good, leave, let dad get pissed. I'll just call up your freind Jess." And he grabbed the phone, and dialed her number.<br/><br/>His eyes showing anger to her own. " Least she uses her mouth for more then bitching."