"Okay, okay! Fuckin' sakes, ya don't have to get all fuckin' crazy on me!" Dov held his hands out in front of him defensively, scowling at his older sister. This had the potential to get way out of hand, and way worse than it already was. This was an opportunity to actually get things right - which he didn't think he'd actually get. "I'm not gonna fuckin' ambush you or whatever! Let's just like - friggin' talk or somethin', alright?" Not that he was the type to ever want to talk things through, but this was one thing he couldn't really settle with a brawl. "An' don't call me squirt!"
He took a long drink from the bottle Elias had handed him - which was perfect timing, because he was going to need it if the night was going to go in the same direction it was going now. Dear G-d. He really did want to be on good terms with Charlie, but right now it felt like doing anything other than just butting heads was going to be impossible.