"Fuckwad, you dumb bitch," Marcus snapped at her. He'd been in a foul mood all day. Goading people into fights in order to blow off steam was a fine hobby, sure, but lethargy had prevented him from seeking it too far from his bed that day. He also wasn't in the mood to prowl for action, really. Everyone seemed so intent on being depressed or depressing, it was starting to rub off on him. So he'd decided to stay in his room and deliberately piss off the neighbors, go fishing, as it were. Now that one had finally taken his bait, he was delighted. "Or fucktard. Say it right, goddamn."
He'd been leaning back precariously in an office chair, the poor thing struggling a bit under the weight of him, with his sock-covered feet planted firmly on his desk for balance. Having his neighbor leaning in his doorway didn't exactly motivate him to stand up out of respect and meet her at the door, or invite her inside like a proper gentleman. He just linked hands behind his head in a casual way and bared his teeth at her in what might have been a grin. Or gas. "If you wanna get kinky, chica, all you had to do is ask. I'm game. Hope you tie a good knot, though. I bust right through handcuffs."