[The mood went from lighthearted and fun to antagonistic in a heartbeat, and Jess turned from where she'd been watching the bags get filled to the man who'd been eying them.

It was that name that had her hackles going right up. It was a past that didn't belong to him anymore, and anger instantly filled her entire body. She stepped past Bucky and pointed a finger, jabbing it, hard, at the douchebag throwing out accusations.]

Keep your goddamn bigoted bullshit away from my fucking husband, dickstain. And maybe educate yourself on the shit that comes out of your mouth before someone else comes along and crams it back down there, along with your teeth. You can't see shit when your head is clearly so far up your goddamn ass.

[She poked again, hard enough to send the guy back a few feet.]

Trust me when I say that out of the two of us, the one with whom you do not want to be fucking with is me. So unless you want to find that out in the most painful way I can possibly imagine, go sit in the corner over there while we finish up here. What a dumbshit place to pick a fight. Do you know how many things in here I can use to make you regret you didn't leak down your mom's leg?