Re: Press Table
Roger was this close to giving Thomas a piece of his mind in the form of a punch to his pretty boy face. He didn't care who's party it was. He didn't care if it would get him thrown out onto the street. Assholes like Thomas made his life a living hell. It was guys like him that threw their weight around just because they could. Because no one had the guts to stop them.
But, then Roger heard it. After years of having extensive conversations with him, there was no mistaking that dark tinted tone. In seconds, Roger started to put the pieces together. Max was quick to defend their big eared friend. She probably knew him personally and this right here was just shit hitting the fan.
"Fuck." Roger whispered and pushed past them, shooting Max a look before heading off the dance floor. He wanted to be there for her, but she had to understand this just took a leap into weird fucking territory.