Victor Stone: fidgeting with his sports gear Ah, shit! This ain't the goddamn time for family drama, babe!
the golden hearted girl looks at victor do i need to put you in a headlock again?
snaps No, you damn well better not lay a finger on me again! You think you can just boss me around like some kind of mug?
she rolls her eyes fine, go run off to your little girlfriends
pauses, then sneers Oh, look who's talking! You think I don't see the way you flirt with that waitress at the bar?
Friendly? Yeah, right! I ain't buying that for a second! You're just trying to play me, like you always do!
throws his hands up in frustration You know what? Screw this! Screw you and your little games! I'm done playing your stupid little mind games!
leans in, smirking Go ahead, amaze me, princess.
my dad almost killed our son, ur grandson
pauses, taken aback What the fuck did you just say?
he mixed up pills and gave them to our son
stares at Birdon, speechless Holy shit... Are you serious?
yes, now im going to confront him
grabs Birdon's arm, voice filled with concern Wait! Don't do anything rash, babe. We need to approach this carefully.
takes a deep breath, thinking quickly Alright, here's what we're gonna do. We'll gather evidence, make sure we have our ducks in a row, and then confront him together.
starts rummaging through his bag, pulling out a notebook and pen We need to document everything, babe. Write down the details of what happened, when it happened, and anyone else who might be involved. And we gotta get witnesses, too. People who can back up our story. Can you do that? Birdon: yeah