Roxie raged in her Firebird.

She could see the people all dressed up in fancy motherfucking dress entering the motherfucking Sterling Hotel. She was positive that the vampires wouldn't want a better dressed party than their party. That means that the motherfucking asshole that gave her directions was spreading bad information in a motherfucking attempt to fuck her over.

She was going to kill the motherfucker.

She knew exactly how she'd do it too.

Planning it kept her dead heart warm while she drove off looking for a Partyworks.