Times like these, most people would shout, raise their voice, do something to vocalize their agitation. But for Lorne, the exact opposite happens. His voice goes very, very soft, very plain. No nonsense, frou frou nick names, no word games, no nothing.
Stalking closer for every last insult. "You two-timing, conniving, stealing son of a rat. You have the nerve to steal from my guests, and then you try to get around the consequences. Not once, not twice, but three times. You've been telling people about my club, Fitz. You don't get to do that."
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Date: 2009-04-14 08:13 pm (UTC)Stalking closer for every last insult. "You two-timing, conniving, stealing son of a rat. You have the nerve to steal from my guests, and then you try to get around the consequences. Not once, not twice, but three times. You've been telling people about my club, Fitz. You don't get to do that."