It started because the fucker asked me if all I needed anymore presents made or if I was just that friendless. So yeah, I got pissed and said fuck you, nothing more than normal fuckin me.

Told him I had plenty of friends and that this was just for someone more-don't give me that look.

[ You got them on a roll Dorian. ]

Said that Barcus must see something in me that he didn't, told him I'd get him the fuckin materials and that's when he said that shit to me. So I don't know I feel like I have a right to be pissed off. I don't do that shit, I don't just bite the bullet and deal with assholes like him because I feel like it.

[ And the sparking has picked up again. Hands clench into fists and it's taking more than they want to admit not to just turn and bunch the side of a building right now.

The building that would be the tavern...where they were going for drinks. ]