The others had already started up the first set of stairs. About 12 flights later, they were still alive. Sam was toughing it out, Pippin was ranting, and Fred was complaining. I am in no mood for your snootiness. Fred struggled under the weight of his Fendis.
Class plays a factor, buddy.
Hired help are here for a reason. Not until you get a goddamn clue. The boys had reached the 13th floor. Pippin stopped where he was and looked directly at Fred, standing there so angry. He had no idea why those two had to fight.