"You’re the animal! I know you LOVE it on all fours,” Cy yelled back at her, mimicking fucking her from behind in a violent show of sexual aggression that only stopped because Apollo reached back to take the pan from Cin and started walking toward him, fast, and with the unstoppable force of a train and the only reason Cy stopped at all was because he’d seen how hard this guy could hit, and could see he was pulling the pan back to knock him into next week.
Cy was drunk and furious and vicious, but he wasn’t stupid. He backed off, but he backed off pointing, aggressively, at Cin. “This ain’t over, bitch,” he promised.