Elizabeth liked few things in life.
Making grown men cry.
Whipping them out.
Oh, and fucking the patriarchy.
The only dude she was bending a knee for was Jesus, and his ass wasNOTin the room.
“Yes?” she asked, as he blocked her path intentionally.
He smiled at her, and it was the‘look boys! I’m going to mock the woman, and we can all giggle at it when she gets upset’, grin.
Little did he know that she didn’t roll like that.
So, before he could open his mouth, she went there.
“You’re not young enough, have enough hair, or are charismatic enough to score some witty repartee with me. So unless you’re about to tell me my badge is shiny, my title is awesome, or my boots look comfy, I’d back up like your suspiciously missing hairline.”
His mouth dropped open.
That made all the men who had witnessed that, shut up and stop grinning.
Oh, she was on the offense anymore. It was always fun to make a grown man shake.
Or cry.
Again, fuck the patriarchy.
“Now, if you don’t mind, you’re not the man I’m looking for,” she said, as he moved.
It was when he muttered one thing under his breath that she replied.
If he thought that being called‘bitch’offended her, he had another thing coming.
“It’s cunt, and I can spell it for you, my dude, if you’d like. C-U-N-T. Memorize it, like I’ve memorized your face. When I sashay my ass back to my ride, I’m about to look you up, and put you on every watchlist from here to DC. Won’t that be interesting for you if you try to get on a flight? You’ll know that’s my little gift to you. You’ll be given a strip search by every TSA in federal employment.”
He.
Looked.
Horrified.
Oh, and rightfully so.
Twenty years ago, she didn’t have the power to make men cry. Now, she did, and she’d use it for all the masculine audacity that tended to flow in a male-dominant bullpen.
When the man backed way up, Ethan laughed, not even trying to hide it.
For a while, his wife had calmed down, but as of late, she was more than willing to stick her boot up someone’s ass.
Gender didn’t matter.
She was an equal opportunity offender.
Now that the path had been clear, and no one else had anything else to say to her, she went on her merry way.
At the captain’s door, she knocked.
