Vincent wasn’t sure what the fuck just happened. Okay, that wasn’t entirely accurate. Fucking had definitely happened. He looked at the girl, who had required a dress, and now looked hotter than she did naked.
“Hey, I realize that it’s probably not a big deal to you, but you never did tell me your name.”
“I’m Magnolia.”
“It fits you. As does that dress.”
“Look, you’re new around here, so I’ll give you a little heads-up. I don’t know why a field recruit would come to the combat floor, but it’s not a common occurrence. That’s because Agent Taylor doesn’t take any shit. At all.”
“So, I suppose the American custom of playing a prank on someone you respect is a good way to get myself turned into a pretzel?”
“You’d be correct.”
“I was expecting surprise at how I could respect someone I hadn’t properly met.”
“Taylor is to be respected, and you do, so why should I give a fuck?”
“It’s going to be difficult for me to use the word ‘fuck’ in different contexts around you.”
“You know, every time you open your mouth, I almost regret dragging your ass in here.”
I can require a text-to-speech device easy enough and still keep my mouth shut.
“I’m going to refrain from my initial smartass reaction.”
“No, those aren’t chicken feathers.”
“Just thinking out loud. The feathers in your hair. I’m inept at ornithology, so I haven’t a clue as to what kind of feather those are.”
“I would never have guessed.”
“Look, are you going to shut up? I’ve got things to do.”
“I have nothing better to do, so sitting here and amusing myself by staring at your ass is a good way to pass time, methinks.”
“That’s not what I asked. You can stare at my ass and keep your damn mouth shut at the same time.”
Vincent loudly closed his mouth.
Magnolia turned to face him.
“Actually, I have something you could do. Take these papers to Agent Mimosa for me.”