The mood changed and Zack was now a little scared because Damien's words were cold and cutting while facing off the men. He knew about the Dog being in the military but had no idea just how skilled and trained Damien actually was. Would he punch the blokes in the face? Zack would but he didn't like confrontation so felt a little useless right now.
"Fucking. Fags. Both of you. You pretty tall boy who looks likes girl and shortie here. Kissing and holding hands in the street. You're fucking sick."
The men laughed with each other as the coffee drinking one then downed his drink and then kicked the empty coffee cup at Zack. It went high, hitting him on the knee. Feeling anger coarse through his veins the drummer kicked the cup away and glared at the man.
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Date: 2021-06-30 08:37 pm (UTC)"Fucking. Fags. Both of you. You pretty tall boy who looks likes girl and shortie here. Kissing and holding hands in the street. You're fucking sick."
The men laughed with each other as the coffee drinking one then downed his drink and then kicked the empty coffee cup at Zack. It went high, hitting him on the knee. Feeling anger coarse through his veins the drummer kicked the cup away and glared at the man.
"Fuck you, you wanker. Leave Damien alone."