[Denise let herself be grabbed, something she'd never done before. Not since she first started beating up the girls who made fun of her in kindergarten by telling her to use the boys' restroom...and then the boys for laughing at that. So she let herself be grabbed, but so what? She had her reasons, and she still didn't relax her grip on the bottle of Scotch. She smirked at Parker.]

Nah, that's not gonna happen. See, this is how it works: I'm supposed to make you face shit you don't wanna. Now let go of me before I kick your ass.