Toby rolled his eyes up to give Chris A Look. "Yes, mother." Still, he saw the sense in it, nodding to himself as the buzzing stopped, and talking was heard from behind the counter.
A minute later, the asshole stepped out, sleeve properly bandaged, and the worker gave him a once-over, smirking at the paleness in Toby's face. "You're next, tough guy. You sure you wanna do this?"
He stood, taking the challenge for what it was, giving the man a glare. "You don't know what the fuck you're talking about. So shut up and do your goddamn job," Probably not the best idea, to aggrivate the man about to put a permanent mark in his skin, but Toby wasn't going to settle for having this guy treat him like a bitch.