Royce had been called a lot of things in his life. 'Vet boy' was not one of them. It wasn't so much the words that the guy was using, it was the tone that was setting him off. He resisted the urge to take the rag in the guy's hands and smash it in his face. Punk. When the guy was standing up straight, Royce saw that he was tall. Okay. And he had brown hair. Pretty much everyone smelled like hamburgers in here but this guy recognized him from the clinic. This had to be the guy Rosemary was telling him about. At least the guy looked like he was still budding into his twenties. That meant the kid had to have less experience with hunting things, right? Damn, he hoped that was right. It would really suck if this guy was some hunter prodigy.
"Yeah, vet boy. You can call me Royce." He looked around the joint. There were a lot of people here. A couple kids. Some chick trying to pick her way through a salad. Too many people hanging around to make a scene. Not that he was looking to make a scene. He didn't know what the hell he was doing right now. Really, the plan was to come over and see who this mysterious hamburger guy was. If he had to add another pile of crap to his already huge hill of crap.
No, that was harsh. His life right now was actually really damn good. It was all the other things that were giving him a massive head-ache. If only it were just him, Charlie, Rosemary and the clinic, he'd be just fine. Heck, even the Doc was easy to handle compared to everything else. Yeah, life was throwing him under the bus with vampires and hunters but he could weather it out. Throw whatever crap his way. He had a girlfriend. Nothing else mattered.
If only this punk would stop giving him the stink eye. Or was that the look he gave to everybody? Seriously, what was this guy's problem? If there was a problem, why didn't the guy just say so?
"Um, I'm here for ... uh, a burger? Yeah. My sister ... gets hungry." Shit, that was brilliant. So much for a plan. What was there to know about the guy? He was tall with brown hair and a crappy attitude. Did that qualify as a threat? Hard to tell. He had to talk to this guy. Figure him out. "You're the delivery kid for the Doc, right? Must be a fun job."