Jeff's eyes lingered at Sara for a breif moment, his eyelashes blinking softy.
"Well, sure I feel like talkin'," he slurred, "Alyssa, you're coworker, is a no-good tramp. Slut, whore, bitch, tease, all of the above. She could never keep her hands of me, all while we new eachother," he said as Alyssa snorted.
"Watch your tounge, Jeffy," Alyssa growled.
"Pardon me, skeet," he sneered. Sara's eyes flew to Alyssa for a fleeting second, and she brushed the insults off with a wave of her hand and continued to fiddle with her necklace. "You wanna know what I was in your office for, bitch?" Alyssa shook her head 'no', trying reverse phycology(sp). He snorted and kicked back in his chair, getting comfrotable. "Too bad," he barked. "'Member that picture you took from my house?"
"Mm, the one of you and my brother, Brandon," Alyssa nodded, remembering.
"There was $4000 in the back of that thing."
Alyssa's face fell. "What?"