Gunn was being lazy this evening, he simply didn't feel up to cooking. The menu request had been for Mexican food, and what man in his rihgt mind tells a pregnant woman no, on her menu choice? Gunn does stupid things, but none that stupid. So he'd gone ahead and called up for a large take out order from the JiffyMex. It seemed he'd ordered two to four of everything between what he wanted, and what the aforementioned pregnant woman believed she might want.

He'd been quoted 30 minutes on his food to be ready for pick up. He'd gotten to the place in 10 to wait for the food. Which was what he was doing right now.... Sitting on the bench by the front door, where people sat to wait for carry out orders.

Tina was in a wonderful mood. Very wonderful mood to be exact. Today she was wearing skin tight black pants, a light pink tank top that reads 'I am the shit' across her boobs and light pink sandles. Her cell phone was hooked to her black belt.

She's been out and about nearly all day. Shopping of course. Hunger strikes. "This place looks good," she says to herself and walks in the door of the JiffyMex.

"Well, well, well. What have we here?" she states in a smirky tone of voice.

"Shit, are you stalking me now?" he blurted irritated. He was not about to leave without the food, that would be a bad move two ways. He'd no doubt piss off the restaurant owners and show up empty handed.

"Oh honey, don't you wish. I was merely stopping to get some lunch after a long day of shopping." Wide grin crosses her face and she moves to sit in the only empty place left... right beside him. "How's life treating you darlin'? Have you done any more thinking about your daughter?"

"You never quit do you. Don't worry, I've done a lot of thinking about it. We'll get to talk about it in court too. I don't know what the hell you think is going to happen when you clean out my bank every month. No one ever told you, you can't get blood form a stone, diid they?" he asks deeply agitated. He looks at the clock. 18 minutes to go.

She tilts her head back slightly and laughs. "Darlin', you're obviously not hurting as bad as you'd like to try to make me think if you're here ordering food."

"Yeah and you're so sure it's for me or even my money, you piece of trailer trash shit. Butt the fuck out of my life." he warns angrily.

The guy sitting on the other side of Tina raises an eyebrow and frowns. "Don't you worry your pretty little head," she tells the man. "Just a lovers quarrel." She tilts her head back and laughs again.

"Now now Gunny," she says to Gunn. "There's no need for the name callin'. I am the mother of your child. Don't forget that. Or you'll never see her." A smile was on her face the entire time she spoke.

"I already never see her you stupid bitch. You act like I ahve something to lose with that threat. As for a lovers quarrel you never loved me, just what my money could buy for you." He says venomously.

All she can do is laugh. None of this is bothering her in the least. She's pushing his buttons and getting a huge kick out of it. She just might have to get ahold of Greg later and beg him to just fuck her.

"You'll never get to see her darlin'. And I do mean never."

"Are you threatening me or the child now?" he says dangerously low, "I hope you wouldn't stoop to hurting a child just to punish me."

He turns and looks at the man, "Can I get your name and number sir, for my lawyer, he'll want a depostion on that last part."

The guy swollows hard and hands Gunn a business card before getting up and leaving. Gunn pockets it.

A hurt look comes to her face. “Now darlin’,” she says in a hurt voice. “I would never, ever hurt my own flesh and blood. I would never stoop so low as to harm an innocent child like that.”

Gunn grins. He crosses his arms over his chest. 12 minutes, not too long now. "So who you fucking?" he asks, turning the tables, he hopes.

"And that's your business why?"

"I was only thinking perhaps your a bitch because you still haven't gotten any is all." he says smiling.

She just laughed. "Is that what you think? Oh honey, aren't you the delusional one."

"Well of coarse with only one leg to stand on." The clock indicated 6 minutes left.
"But you know seeing you in new expensive things, I should now better, of coarse you're screwing someone, you've never honestly worked for anything in your life."

"Now you're catchin' on sweetheart," she tells him with a wicked grin. "Wish I could say the same for you though."

"Whatever." 4 minutes left.

"Whatever? Is that all you can come up with for a comeback? Sweetie, I think you're losing your touch."

And they were calling his name. He'd paid when he came in. He was glad. He didn't want to have money out any where near the gold digging bitch. He smirked at her and took his order.

He whistled on his way out the door. Just to rattle her, though the first few notes were nervous.

She just laughed and shook her head as he walked out the door. She got up and followed out the door. "Oh lookie. Gunn's got somewhere to go. See ya later love."