I know what I want. I've had a whole lot of scotch and I'm looking for a fight.
Come in, Bridget. We can talk. You want to make some coffee?
No. I'm good. Well, actually I'm not but no, no coffee.
What can I do to help? Caleb says it so generously, as if he's doing me a favor. His anticipation is ridiculous.
Take yourself out of my equation. I broke up with you, I want you to honor that.
Honor it how?
No pressure. No terms, no offers, no play, no competition, no weirdness. No more fucking envelopes. No weapons. No guilt, no threats. No sweetness. No charm. Nothing. We co-parent. That's it. You get no say in my life, my decisions, my behavior or my plans. You get no access to me.
Anything else? He is frowning at me. I think I caught him off guard, actually, and now my liquid courage is fading faster than a sunset over the horizon and I suddenly find myself at a loss for words.
If I think of anything, I'll let you know. Do we have an agreement? You promised me anything I wanted.
Do we have an agreement? No, Bridget, we don't have an agreement. I can give you anything but that.
More caveats.
Damned right. Did you think you would pull that off?
Yes.
Would you have been happy?
I don't know.
Exactly. Go get some sleep. We'll talk tomorrow.
I won't be allowed.
You let me worry about that.
No, see? That's precisely my point! You're not supposed to be able to do that.
Goodnight, princess.
Fuck you, asshole.
Hey. Watch your sweet mouth or I'll watch it for you.
Wow. You sounded just like Cole there for a minute.
Just enough to keep you.
Too bad he's dead.
You'd better go, Bridget. Quickly.
I'd rather fight.
I'm not fighting with you. Go the fuck back to the house and sleep off whatever you've had and don't pull stunts like this any more.
Or what?
Or I'll stop being honest and go back to being evil.
You know something? I can't tell the difference anyway.
