They've been arguing a little over an hour. The room is so fucking bright and Poison's eyes hurt like a motherfucker.
He can't see a way out of this, there's no way in neon hell he's gonna give up everything that Korse is demanding, and they'll have to drag the co-ords out of his twitching brain if they want the bunker. It's not gonna happen.
For all his slamming of chairs and spluttering Korse is pretty patient. Perhaps patient isn't the right word, persistent. Poison watched a scorpion once slide into a small sinkhole out in the sands. the sides were steep, but the thing kept trying to get a run up at the sides only to endlessly slide back down again. There was no way he was gonna put his hand in there to scoop it out, he'd have been dead. Korse was starting to remind Poison all too much of that scorpion.
Korse was crowding up into his space again, making Poison turn his head to avoid too much eye contact. It was a game, an eternal balshy fucking chess match. It went the same way every time they met, but Korse never played his hand.
"If not your brother, what about the others?" Korse was saying, for the millionth fucking time, stuck record, it woulda made Dr D wince. "I'm not gonna do that either." Poison spit back. "Must be lonely out there," Korse sneered, the edge of...something else...colouring his voice. "I bet you just want someone around to keep your bed warm." "It's not like that and you know it." Poison knew he was just reaching for straws now, idly he wondered if BL/ind allowed their employees to have friends. Korse was in front of him before he knew what had happened. He was being bodily lifted by the front of his jacket almost out of the seat. Korse's mouth covering his, invasive, insistent. "Thought so." Korse hissed as he dropped Poison back onto the polypropene seat, stunned. He stormed out, slamming the reinforced door behind him. Leaving Poison alone under the lights.
"Is that what this is really about for you?!" Poison screamed at the surveillance camera over the door, "Jealousy!?" the led on the camera blinked calmly, regularly, his only response.
Re: Killjoys Korse/Party Poison
He can't see a way out of this, there's no way in neon hell he's gonna give up everything that Korse is demanding, and they'll have to drag the co-ords out of his twitching brain if they want the bunker. It's not gonna happen.
For all his slamming of chairs and spluttering Korse is pretty patient. Perhaps patient isn't the right word, persistent. Poison watched a scorpion once slide into a small sinkhole out in the sands. the sides were steep, but the thing kept trying to get a run up at the sides only to endlessly slide back down again. There was no way he was gonna put his hand in there to scoop it out, he'd have been dead. Korse was starting to remind Poison all too much of that scorpion.
Korse was crowding up into his space again, making Poison turn his head to avoid too much eye contact. It was a game, an eternal balshy fucking chess match. It went the same way every time they met, but Korse never played his hand.
"If not your brother, what about the others?" Korse was saying, for the millionth fucking time, stuck record, it woulda made Dr D wince.
"I'm not gonna do that either." Poison spit back.
"Must be lonely out there," Korse sneered, the edge of...something else...colouring his voice. "I bet you just want someone around to keep your bed warm."
"It's not like that and you know it." Poison knew he was just reaching for straws now, idly he wondered if BL/ind allowed their employees to have friends.
Korse was in front of him before he knew what had happened. He was being bodily lifted by the front of his jacket almost out of the seat. Korse's mouth covering his, invasive, insistent.
"Thought so." Korse hissed as he dropped Poison back onto the polypropene seat, stunned. He stormed out, slamming the reinforced door behind him. Leaving Poison alone under the lights.
"Is that what this is really about for you?!" Poison screamed at the surveillance camera over the door, "Jealousy!?" the led on the camera blinked calmly, regularly, his only response.