Derek wanted to yell or scream but he was so taken aback by the money being thrown at him he didn't have time to do much before Conner was dragging him away. Had he been given a moment Derek might have very well bent down, picked up the money, tore it in half, and tried stuffing it down the other man's throat. Sure, Derek had been (still was) self absorbed and cocky before but he had never been<i>that </i>bad. He was still huffing about the man as Conner led him in, talking about how awful Max was and fuming about how he had to gall to just force themselves on someone like that.<br/><br/>"Jesus Christ! Even when I was piss drunk at the oasis I had enough common sense to back off when someone said so. Who the fuck-<i>shit that hurts!" </i>He hissed, jolting at the ice pack. He hadn't realized it but his knuckles were pretty bruised up. They were purple and beginning to swell- he probably hit him wrong, cause that should not be happening...<br/><br/>"I've been worse." Derek replied, letting himself relax from the initial shock of pain. "I'd totally do it again if I had the chance though." He added, grinning like a mad man.