Reaching the alley, I hand my bag to my friend and start to stretch whilst still shooting daggers at you. Doing my best to not laugh as you try and talk shit, my own fists coming up. "Oh bitch, you sure do talk a lot for a common whore, whose ass is going to be handed around when we're done." Stepping forwards, deciding if you want me to come get some, I will. Looking to be the one to close the short distance between us, so you and everyone else knows how confident I am.