Bad Luck Bears

BASTIEN "I'm not yelling!" Bastien yelled. But still, he tried to calm himself down now that he was no longer being accused of destroying the door. With a frustrated rub of his face he moved to sit down on one of the chairs nearby, figuring he wasn't going to escape any time soon. "Because if it were a brothel, it would be a lot more popular. You seem very interested. Why not make your own? You don't have a lot of clients here." He knew he should try to control his biting tongue, especially since he was speaking to someone so much younger...but something about Phoebe irritated him greatly. In response to her complaint about his Italian, he simply smirked and said: "Non so cosa intendi. È così che parlo, ragazzina." As much fun as sitting and winding her up all day would be, he turned the doorknob over in his hands again and looked about to see if he could find anything to repair it. I'm feelin' like a big bang