Vanessa was crunching on Lays Ketchup chips now. "Hell ya it will. Fuck that bitch, amiright ladies?"
"Vanessa," Marley scolded, while Ian only shrugged. She shot Gabby a look too, only to realize all three of them held no sympathy or remorse. "Come on guys, we're not stooping to her level! We're going to be better than her." They three of them shared a look. Vanessa pointed her chip at Marley. "Okay so, that's a good plan. How about you do that, and the rest of us do something different. Good? Good."
"Vanessa."
Vanessa groaned. "Is it annoying to anyone else that you're just so nice all the time?"
"Trust me," Ian began. "She has her moments. Marley's a badass when provoked the right way. It's one of the reasons why my brother calls her Spitfire."
Marley rolled her eyes, "You guys are acting like I'm a bear that's peaceful until it gets poked."