The door was banged on again and Shellie grew a little cocky with a smile. "Forget it, man. You can bang on that door all day if you want to but there's no way in hell I'm letting you in", she called to Jackie Boy who was leaning against the door outside. "I can't believe you're doing this to me, Shellie. After all we've done together. It has to mean something to you", a raspy deep voice was heard as he answered her. It was deep and raspy which sounded as if he was a teeny-bit drunk. "Huh. Plenty of us pay for what we do since nobody would flirt with a guy who's face is all purple and covered in bruises", Shellie retorted. "I know you're angry, baby, and I forgive you for that", Jackie Boy answered her in his deep and raspy voice. "There's a difference between getting hunked off and a guy who gets laid off. Especially, the total jerk loser who beats up a woman to make himself feel like a man!", Shellie defended herself. Tom, who was watching, was pretty impressed by the way Shellie actually defended herself this time.