Evan moved the grocery bag to his other hand. He'd been doing some light shopping for milk, cereal, and bread when he realized that didn't have any - again - at his place. His roommates refused to buy the essentials it seemed, even when they used to last. But at least two of them had seemed to have finally gotten a good fuck and seemed to be in better moods. The last just.. needed to. Clearly, he needed to. They all just needed good fucks every so often to keep their moods in check. Luckily, it was not something they could help each other with unless they played wingman. Evan only played wingman to certain people and they weren't his roommates right now.
As he turned a corner, he found himself walking directly toward John. Again. What was with him? Did he not realize he wasn't wanted around these parts? Immediately, a glare formed on Evan's face, but he didn't stop, hesitate, or turn around. Instead, he decided to take this opportunity to throw it in John's face that while they were both holding their ends of the deal, Teagan was worried for John. It was pathetic. She was worried for the bastard who so easily decided not to see or talk to her with Evan's word.
"Where's your leash?" he asked in a cruel greeting. "Last I knew your bitch was looking for you. Worried. You really did disappear on her and she's worried. What if she knew you did it on purpose? Would she be worried then? Doubt it. She's just gonna be someone else's bitch. Maybe mine. She did come to see me, after all." The words - the implications - just tumbled out of his mouth, hoping one of them - any of them - stuck and stung.