As Tucker relayed his story, Ami got a picture of the depth of his non-understanding of the situation he'd gotten himself into. This was a game to him. Shit, was he even old enough to drink?
But everybody had to learn somehow. She'd had to do it the hard way, and she was stronger for it.
She shrugged in answer to his question, and glanced toward Cicero. The way he was looking at her still sent a chill up her spine, but it didn't show on her face. "Woulda thought of something." she assured Tucker. Fuck, why WOULDN'T she want a mannequin?
Then, after another long drink, the ultimate source of her annoyance was revealed: "Let's go do somethin'."
And by something, she meant anything that wasn't sitting around talking.