This guy was a weird one, no doubt about it. But then again, who wasn't a weird one in this fucking place? Khalid and Rory made it their business to be weird and obnoxious.
"Maybe I do. Maybe we are. Depends on you, gold tooth." There was a shocked silence in the leisure room, and then hushed whispers as the two of them went outside. Khalid figured they only had a few minutes before some of the handlers showed up to break up the fight. No problem - he didn't really intend to fight anyway. He could definitely hold his own, if he did accidentally start something, of that he had no fear. He knew he looked the part too, the muscles in his arms straining the sleeves on the ratty undershirt he was wearing.
The door swung shut behind him and he eyed the other man for a long moment. Blond. Scruffy. Interesting accent. Southern. Louisiana? How long could Khalid string him along? Just a little bit longer, he thought. The man seemed to be pretty even keeled, despite his willingness to go fight. "What's goin' on is you hitting on my boyfriend. What's up with that?"
Khalid was usually good at keeping a straight face, but he was having fun and didn't want to let himself get too into character. A little grin was working its way to his lips, half hidden by his mustache. He couldn't resist having a little fun here either, even as he sort of kept up the act. So, take a left turn, don't take this in the expected direction: "You're gonna hit on him and not me? That's bullshit. What, am I not good enough for you? Too old, is that it?"