[archer looks between holly and the folder a couple of times, then drains the rest of his drink, slaps the folder out of holly's hands, crushes the cup in his fist and drops it on top of the folder.]
This is fucked up even for you creeps, [he says, a shockingly strong amount of spite lacing his words like venom.] Leave me the hell alone.
[he turns on his heel to leave. there's no way this is anything other than some kind of mind game or joke, he thinks. no way.]
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This is fucked up even for you creeps, [he says, a shockingly strong amount of spite lacing his words like venom.] Leave me the hell alone.
[he turns on his heel to leave. there's no way this is anything other than some kind of mind game or joke, he thinks. no way.]