“Are you fucking blind?!” Ahnoldt tried not to yell, “Or are you just THAT determined to show everyone how hard you’re pretending not to like him??? No one at this table is ‘fine’, and he’s the furthest from it!”
Carol shot out of her seat, “And WHAT GAVE YOU THAT IDEA!? How about I punch another one of your teeth out and show you how great my eyesight is!”
Macbeth was out of his seat next, pulling on Carol’s sleeve. “Easy Cross.”
Slice joined in, “Drop it Schwarz, Macbeth will talk about it if he wants to.”
“I’m just under the weather and tired, okay?” Macbeth begrudgingly explained. “I’ve already told Cross that. She knows, so just… relax will ya.”