"I ain't jealous." A low, dangerous hiss. The truth hurts.
Len's spent the entire night in meticulously crafted denial, and Kabal is ruining it. The man is a wrecking ball in more ways than one. Mick knew better than to call him on his shit, or play with him when he's got that nitro-glycerine cold in his eyes.
No, he didn't know better. Mick had the emotional intelligence of a sack of hammers. He just didn't care. No matter how ugly things got, at least there wouldn't be an even uglier conversation about it. Mick was simple that way.
But Kabal isn't Mick, and Mick isn't Mick anymore.
"It was my bad for assuming you had some level of taste, should've know you're a two-bit thug. Dime a dirty dozen. You and them were made for each other. If I'm such a hot piece you--" No, Len can't go there. He's not dumb enough to leave himself open like that. Not with someone he can't trust to sucker-punch him.
A gesture that's closer to a stab at Kabal's chest, punctuating every cutting word.
"I don't give a fuck what you do. Bang 'em on the buffet for all I care. Just don't expect to stick that thing anywhere near me. I'm not into sloppy thirds, fourths, or fifths." Ignore the fact he's still holding a jacked butter knife in one hand with white-knuckled fingers, distracted mid-theft. Len can't even trust his own body not to let him down. Snitch.
Speaking of buffets, they are not having this conversation here. Len wouldn't have picked this fight if he thought it would go anywhere. After verbally eviscerating Kabal, he'd planned on cutting him loose. Len lives his life without apologies, he could give less of a fuck what anyone else thinks of him or the people he chooses to screw, but there's a time and a place to go all Young and the Restless, and this ain't it.
He closes his eyes. Grits his teeth. Finds the composure he threw out the window the last time they screwed. Opens them with a steely determination to win.
Even if winning means losing the only scrap of something good he's found in this dive.
"Get out of my face. I only invited you in case my ex-partner showed up and I needed a meat-shield to hide behind. Didn't wanna ruin my outfit."
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Len's spent the entire night in meticulously crafted denial, and Kabal is ruining it. The man is a wrecking ball in more ways than one. Mick knew better than to call him on his shit, or play with him when he's got that nitro-glycerine cold in his eyes.
No, he didn't know better. Mick had the emotional intelligence of a sack of hammers. He just didn't care. No matter how ugly things got, at least there wouldn't be an even uglier conversation about it. Mick was simple that way.
But Kabal isn't Mick, and Mick isn't Mick anymore.
"It was my bad for assuming you had some level of taste, should've know you're a two-bit thug. Dime a dirty dozen. You and them were made for each other. If I'm such a hot piece you--" No, Len can't go there. He's not dumb enough to leave himself open like that. Not with someone he can't trust to sucker-punch him.
A gesture that's closer to a stab at Kabal's chest, punctuating every cutting word.
"I don't give a fuck what you do. Bang 'em on the buffet for all I care. Just don't expect to stick that thing anywhere near me. I'm not into sloppy thirds, fourths, or fifths." Ignore the fact he's still holding a jacked butter knife in one hand with white-knuckled fingers, distracted mid-theft. Len can't even trust his own body not to let him down. Snitch.
Speaking of buffets, they are not having this conversation here. Len wouldn't have picked this fight if he thought it would go anywhere. After verbally eviscerating Kabal, he'd planned on cutting him loose. Len lives his life without apologies, he could give less of a fuck what anyone else thinks of him or the people he chooses to screw, but there's a time and a place to go all Young and the Restless, and this ain't it.
He closes his eyes. Grits his teeth. Finds the composure he threw out the window the last time they screwed. Opens them with a steely determination to win.
Even if winning means losing the only scrap of something good he's found in this dive.
"Get out of my face. I only invited you in case my ex-partner showed up and I needed a meat-shield to hide behind. Didn't wanna ruin my outfit."