"Whoa Fiona!"
Hazel scooted backwards on the couch, her eyes widened with theoretical shock, looking at Fiona.
"Did you just make a musketeer angry?"
Fiona looked at Hazel, exhaled deeply, and then shook her head.
"She came onto me acting like we had some unfinished business in the past."
Manson's grin broadened as amusement flickered in his eyes.
"Are you sure you both don't know each other?"
Fiona shifted her gaze to him and shook her head.
"This is the second time I'm seeing her, the first was when you brought her to the club. The second was five minutes ago."
"Why does it seem like you both are fighting over a guy."
Fiona shot a glare at Hazel as the word came out of her mouth.
"WOW, don't crucify me," Hazel immediately raised both hands in surrender. "I ain't no Jesus."
Manson let out a low laugh.
"Hazel," he drawled, "I think Fiona will be the right person to play the Jab character."
Hazel immediately turned to Manson, her eyes widening.
