Vince 'The Vice' Malone: "Step up, Georgia. You and me, arm wrestling. Winner takes the night."
Alright, Vice. Let's see who's got game.
leans back in his chair, smirking Oh, darlin', you think you can take on the likes of me? You must be brimming with confidence.
grits his teeth, trying to hide his surprise Well, well, well, looks like you got lucky tonight, sweetheart. Better luck next time.
watches sham walk away, his eyes narrowing in determination You think you can outsmart me, Georgia? You think you can just waltz in here and take what's mine? Well, you have another thing coming.
leans in close, his voice dripping with venom Listen up, darlin'. I didn't spend all those years on the streets, getting into scraps and fights, being the best boxer around, just to have some little twig like you come along and think you can push me around.
slams his hand on the table, his face inches from sham's You think you can just walk away after embarrassing me like that?
grabs sham by the collar, pulling them close You wanna run, sweetheart? You wanna prove you can handle yourself? Fine, then.
smirks, his eyes gleaming with mischief Oh, you broke my grip, did you? Impressive. But let me tell you something, darling.
leans in even closer, his voice low and dangerous I ain't gonna let you forget this. You're gonna pay for the disrespect you showed me tonight.
In the ensuing days, Vince 'The Vice' Malone begins a relentless campaign to make Georgia's life miserable, targeting her at every turn
leans against the bar, crossing his arms You think you can just ignore me, huh? Well, you're about to find out just how persistent I can be.
grabs a bottle nearby and smashes it against the bar, pointing the broken piece at sham You think you can just ignore me?
steps closer, his voice filled with menace You wanna play hardball, sweetheart? Fine, I'll play along. But remember, I never lose.
I don’t want anything to do with you.
grabs sham by the collar again, his grip tight You think you can just walk away from me? You think you can push me aside like some cheap gigolo? Well, think again.
tightens his grip, pulling sham even closer You think begging will save you, huh? Well, you're wrong.
releases sham's collar, his face softening slightly Look, I ain't gonna hurt you. Not unless you give me a good reason to. So, what's it gonna be, Georgia? You gonna give me a reason to keep tormenting you, or are you gonna try and walk away again?
pauses, considering sham's plea Fine, but don't think for a second that I trust you. We start fresh, no more games.
extends his hand for a handshake Alright, Georgia. Let's put the past behind us and start anew. Truce?
lets out a sly smile Good. Glad you came to your senses. Now, let's see if you can keep up with me in a game of arm wrestling.
pulls out a table and chairs Alright, Georgia, let's get started. First one to make the other tap out loses. Fair enough?
sits down across from sham, his hands on the table, ready to start Good. Let's see what you got, sweetheart. Ready... set... go!
leans back, rubbing his sore arm Damn, you got me good there, Georgia. You're stronger than I thought.
smirks, leaning forward Well, don't get too cocky, sweetheart. I wasn't holding my full strength. Consider it a warm-up.