Wrong words [Cass]

Scout Fray --

So this guy had the nerve to walk up to her. He had the nerve to invade her personal space. What was more he seemed to think that she was looking for someone to talk to, it was the only reasonable conclusion she could draw. After all the dude had opened his mouth and actually started talking. That was rude, that was unrequired and she really was not in the mood to talk. Let’s try not to forget the fact that he mentioned her fight; let’s try not to forget the fact that he was deliberately pointing out her failure.

Now if that wasn’t enough to twist the ball of angry in her belly into a raging storm, the fact that he didn’t even have the courtesy to offer her a drink was enough. After all she had just finished fighting some sweaty asshole with a stupid ass face. Before he came to insult her he could have slid a drink across the table, then perhaps the knife at her waist would burn less into her skin, begging to be released into his jugular vein in the side of his neck. Yes, she decided, she liked the idea of that more then she liked the idea of giving him a response.

”Firstly I don’t give a fuck about what you have got to say. Secondly, I don’t give a fuck about you are your white, trashy ass. Thirdly I’d scram before I make you.” She hissed, hands tightening onto the wood of the bench she sat at. It was taking a remarkable amount of self-control to not hit him, stab him or kill him. Kaiser would be proud of her; she had restrained herself enough to simply threaten him. That was a big improvement for her; hopefully this idiot would realize that he was messing with the wrong girl.