"You want to tell me what happened in there?"
Missy closed her eyes and rested her forehead against the window. "We kissed."
"Yeah, I figured that out from the hickey." Les glanced over at his passenger. "A joke, Mis. That was a joke."
She opened her eyes and glared at him. "There is no joke here, Les. Either my relationship with Torrance is over or my relationship with Cliff is over. Hell, possibly both. I kissed my brother's girlfriend. I played fucking tonsil hockey with my brother's girlfriend. I don't see the goddamn joke, Les!"
"Missy, calm down," he admonished her. "I understand what you're up against, alright? Still, you need a better attitude if this is going to work out."
"That's the point, Les. It's not going to work out."