@svlesmvn continued from here
“Look - I’m sorry about your keyrings. You can have them back if you want...sir? I don’t know what my brother did with ‘em but I’m sure I can track them down.” Fish replied, sincerely, searching the tall man’s eyes for anything but the cold anger that bore straight through him. He knew what he looked like; standing there with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his father’s old leather jacket, smart-ass comments spilling from his lips like there was no tomorrow. It wasn’t good. He didn’t blame the dude for hating him - he’d hate him, too, if he had to deal with idiots stealing his shit.
There was an underlying threat to the guy’s words - a real possibility he was going to find himself beaten to a pulp in a car dealership of all places. If it came to that...at least it’d spell resolution for the both of them.