"So what are you trying to say?" Melinda asks rubbing a hand over her face, this is not what she needs. What she needs is a stiff drink and maybe a stiff cock to ride but of course Phil would be out of town leaving her to deal with the pre school he turned their base into.
"Hunter has tickets for the Taylor Swift concert and we were wondering if maybe we could go too?" Skye explained with Fitz nodding along beside her.
"Do I look like your mother?" Melinda hissed and the younger agents took a few steps back.
"No, but-" Fitz tried to butt in.
"Go!" Melinda exclaimed and they scattered into different directions. "Don’t forget to wear your seat belts!" She yelled after their retreating forms.