"Uh," I sheepishly itch the back of my dripping neck, "could you maybe...toss me my heels?" Fury rolls off Noah's drenched frame in crashing waves, and his chest heaves heavily as if a bull seeing red. I barely manage to dodge the glossy, 4 inch heeled pumps from flying at me and stabbing me in the face. "I'M GONNA SMEAR YOUR INTESTINES ALL OVER THESE FUCKING WALLS!" Highest Ranking: #1 in humour.