As soon as they turned the corner, the young woman let go of Laz's arm and turned on him.
"A water bottle is too small for my ass?"
"I was thinking like one of those insulated metallic ones... but you can think a plastic bottle if it makes you feel better..." Laz responded, not bothered in the least.
"You're a fucking asshole," she glared at him.
"Who apparently calls you mommy and shits himself?"
"I don't regret what I said and why are you not bothered by that? I fucking yelled it in front of everyone..."
"I'm not from around here so why would I care what some random people have to think about me?" Laz responded and began walking again, wanting to get away from both this crazy person and law enforcement.
"Just how big is your ego that you let this kind of stuff slide?"
"I'd show you but I would hate to get arrested for flashing a deadly weapon in public..."
"I just.... Would you stop running?"
