I take a larger, more vexed bite of apple.
Jane has on leopard pants, a frilly shirt and some sort of teal faux fur collar. And who cares what the fuck she’s wearing? Jane reaches for her water, never blinking.
“Isn’t her mom a fashion designer? That’s just fucking sad, man.”
I chew roughly and layer on a glare, about at my max. Ready to confront some bastards. Oscar’s “talk” to them obviously did shit.
“It’s all for attention.”
Jane never flinches.
Maximoff does. Overhearing that last part as their voices escalate. His forest-greens turn to hot pinpoints.
That’s it.Fingers to my mic, I tell the security team, “Don’t follow me.” I stand up, half-bitten apple in hand, and I turn my radio’s volume to a soft chatter I can ignore.
My feet carry me to the table of five twenty-year-old bastards. I know their names by heart, but honestly, I’m not using them anymore. To me, they’re just bastards and dipshits.
As soon as I tower above their table, they go absolutely quiet. Their gazes latch onto my plethora of tattoos and my T-shirt that saysSECURITY.
“Let’s talk outside,” I tell all of them.
“We’re not doing anything wrong,” one tells me.
“I didn’t say you were,” I say calmly, biting my apple. I can’t raise my voice. I can’t raise my fists. I intimidate without inciting chaos. “Let’s just go outside and have a chat. It won’t take long.” I nod towards the exit.
Just like that, they all agree.
For a few minutes, I lecture them about the importance of being kind and considerate. You know, the bare minimum of human decency.
They nod a lot. Whether they’re really listening to me has yet to be determined.
“Sure,” the blond bastard tells me, “but I think it’s shitty for you to pull us aside and single us out. We paid to be here. You’re taking up our time that could’ve been spent sitting five-feet from Jane Cobalt.” He does a poor job of hiding his smile.
And his friends burst into grins.
I grit down, and off my piercing glare, they immediately stop. “Let me make thisveryfucking clear,” I say. “She doesn’t owe you a thing. Not her time. Not the air between your body and hers. You paid to be in a raffle.For charity.If you choose to overstep, security will throw you the fuck out. But see, I don’t want that to happen.”
I pause while they hang onto my words.
And I forge past my despise, just to tell them, “You guys seem cool.”As cool as a fucking idiot.“So the last thing I want is for you to miss out on these last couple days. Be respectful. Tone it down.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. We get it,” one says. “We’ll try to be nicer or whatever.”
Or whatever.Honestly.
Another one nods to me. “Thanks, man.”
“No problem.” Fuck, I just made friends with these dipshits.
As soon as they all leave, soft static pricks my ear. I turn up the radio.
“Did he hit them?” Oscar’s voice.
“Nah, they’re walking away,” Donnelly replies.
“Hey, guys.” I click my mic. “I’ve made new friends.”
“Nice work,” Akara tells me, genuine.
