Ainsley's eyes darted from Mollie-Sue to E.L., then back to Mollie-Sue in a sort of panic - control your girl, E.L. - as he took a step back and held his hands up.
Things were escalating real quickly, and it was mostly his fault. He shook his head quickly, a firm protest against talking bad on her, then squinted ruefully at E.L. because he knew that quirked eyebrow said a whole lot more than he was letting on. "I know you, Townsend, and I know what you mean by that," he grumbled.
"Look, it ain't... it ain't nothing like that, Mollie-Sue. Don't go workin' yourself up into one of them famous Winters Tizzies.
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Date: 2014-09-12 07:37 pm (UTC)Things were escalating real quickly, and it was mostly his fault. He shook his head quickly, a firm protest against talking bad on her, then squinted ruefully at E.L. because he knew that quirked eyebrow said a whole lot more than he was letting on. "I know you, Townsend, and I know what you mean by that," he grumbled.
"Look, it ain't... it ain't nothing like that, Mollie-Sue. Don't go workin' yourself up into one of them famous Winters Tizzies.