<div class="floatleft">(http://ic.pics.livejournal.com/sant0/12734640/115943/115943_original.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aaron King (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12797348#msg12797348)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee | Bartender<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 1st | 11:30 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Room Two<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/94/d2/7d/94d27d1277cb9beb9379d1ab9a199a7a.jpg), sans glasses.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erica<strong>Mentioned:</strong>-<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>-<hr/><br/>Oh, she was enjoying this. She just had to be. Just as she had to be right on every little matter. He would have been amused at her reaction, if he weren't so damn irritated. He listened to her words, jaw tense and eyes narrowed. She was actually attempting to talk herself into a higher moral standpoint. It was mildly impressive, but again, irritation forbade him from appreciating it. Then, she seemingly began to initiate an apology. Rather than relax all at once, he remained tense and wary until the sentence was complete. He waited a second, then inhaled in what was supposed to be a calming breath. He hadn't waited long enough, it turned out.<br/><br/>The resulting heavy sigh perfectly conveyed his agitation as she went on to deepen the argument. It was as if the word 'sorry' was an entirely foreign concept to her. He shook his head in a mixture of disbelief and rejection as she spewed her increasingly venomous words. He could hardly believe she was the one going off on him, and--mostly-- rejected the notion of her having fucked her way through the people of the company. Her being spiteful as she was, he believed she could have bedded a few. He opened his mouth to speak; to shout and rant as his anger-filled heart demanded, but he closed it just as soon. He could've yelled and cursed and complained, but where would that get him? Why not fight fire with fire instead?<br/><br/>"Oh yeah, sure oral counts." He responded with a blatantly mocking enthusiasm. "And you know what, why don't we throw handjobs in there too?" He smirked cruelly. "Go ahead. Tell me how many people you got with on this island. Sounds like it could be a lot. We can take a shot for each one. Oh, and I'ma want names too, just so I can make sure." He watched her then, a smug expression on his face. He knew she was bluffing, and would happily test her resolve.