"You are quite the embodiment of masculinity and rage personified. I have never seen someone lose their temper quite like that, nor have I ever heard the sound of a bone actually breaking. Though I must admit, I'm curious. Would you care to tell me why you nearly beat someone into a concussion?" (For Nate, unprompted)
“None of your fucking business Venera. He HAD it coming.” Shaking his head, a snear lifted on his lips and cheeks as he leaned up against the nearest wall. Nate turned and looked at her, the smug look he carried around like armor appeared on his face, the mask going up.
“What do you know about rage?” His voice was soft, no longer sarcastic. Almost like a switch he was able to turn on and off in his brain, he prided himself on that ability. The fake smile lifted, not touching his eyes and the dark eyes remained hooded in the shadows he placed himself in. “What do you want anyway? Can't you see I'm busy."
A drink in his hand, forgotten until this moment as he brought the bottle of beer to his lips. The taste was sour and warm, but he didn’t care. On that edge between buzzing too hard and yet not enough.
@venusblooded
