She had the nerve to be angry at him?<br/><br/>"Blackrose!" he nearly shouted, voice rising an octave.  He gritted his teeth and glared.  He had filled out a bit since last they'd met, nights of smashing bad guys having paid off a little.  "What in the hell are you doing in the Three Dimensional World anyway?  Whatever fat-ass acne reading digital stalker you're cybering now with could get enough e-Viagra to power your latest fusion-driven vibrator?"<br/><br/>When Jimmy appeared, Preston looked up at the sound of the voice.  Then he continued looking up.  Preston was tall, but it still took some time for him to crane his neck at the neanderthal stuffed in a "BOUNCER" t-shirt.  He wasn't positive the man even had a neck, and the low sloping brow and dumb expression looked more suited to clubbing women over the head than it did speaking.<br/><br/>"Back off, roids-boy." He threatened, "I'm just trying to make your shitty little club more appetizing by getting the trash to walk itself back out."<br/><br/>Even a few months ago, Preston would have cowered and run screaming.  Since that time though, he'd become a bit more confident and he knew that he had a few hidden cards to play should things go from bad to worse.  He then caught sight of Dawn leaving and nearly collapsed on himself, glaring at Tanya with such fury that the air around him raised a few degrees.  This was all her fault; it always was.