Raven's Watch You slept on a feather bed, I slept on the floor.

Bridget looked at him with a clear are you kidding? when he corrected her.  The two were the exact same because, by explaining, he was hoping to probably get some sympathy in return.  Well, not from her!  Chuckles could take a flying leap for all she cared, especially now that he'd essentially blocked her extremely interesting interaction with this gorgeous stranger.

You could start by getting lost,  she replied with heavy meaning, catching the look from Raleska and feeling it travel up her spine.  The girl looked ready to fight and honestly Bridget was very into it.

Not to be outdone, she glanced back at the white male, her eyes narrowing.  We won't cross your little line, swear it.  Her tone had a slight mocking edge, and her posture mimicked Raleska's.  She didn't necessarily want a fight more than she wanted to talk to this new friend, but she didn't not want one either.