Peter: Come here for a second, Rosaline.
(Peter walks quickly toward them, shoving Charlie out of the way. Charlie growls but doesn’t strike; Peter’s still got a gun. Peter reaches out toward Rosaline and she shakes her head quickly. He ignores that, grabbing her wrist.)
Peter: So what’s under these long sleeves, Rosaline?
Rosaline (hesitant): Trick question?
Peter: Why, of course not. I’ll just have to find out for myself.
(Peter pins Rosaline to the wall.)
Charlie: Get your hands off her, dude!
Peter: Oh shut up. I’m warning you once and then I’ll shoot ya ... dude.
(Peter rolls up Rosaline’s sleeve to reveal some bruises up and down her arm.)
Peter: Hm, wonder where this is from.
Rosaline: I … I fell.
Peter: You should work on your lying.
(Peter lets her go, looking toward Charlie with a grin.)
Peter: Wonder how that got there, don’t ya Charlie?
Charlie: Er yeah.
(Peter gets up into Charlie’s face, pushing the gun into his chest. Charlie cringes but not enough to show weakness.)