anger issues

“That’s the spirit. Now, do we go to my favorite bar or find a new one?”

              ❛ whichever works. ❜

“Please. Even if we weren’t related, I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole. But I’m bored and you’re around, so come get a drink with me.”

                             ❛ i’m sure. so --- -- ❜

Max: Spring is here and I'm dying to go for a run. You interested?

“Do you want to go get a drink?”

                        ❛ --  -- are you so sexually frustrated you’d ask                                      your own brother out on a date? ❜

With no urge to feed it wasn’t that which made Jacqueline nervous as the woman approached her. It was her mixed feelings about the entire situation. She wanted to continue to be upset with Dimitri but that wasn’t his mother’s fault. “Thank you, Rhonda,” Jac replied, still unsure of what to do. The hand which she held out was almost enough to send her running but Jacqueline had a soft spot for older women. She’d never had a mother of her own and she always envied others. Timidly she reached out and took her hand gently. “I suppose I can stay for a little while. I see where your son gets his kindness now,” she explained, flashing Dimitri a sarcastic look. Kindness her ass but she could pretend. “Do you need any help with anything?”

                        Dimitri had to suppress the need to scowl, because he didn’t knew                         who he was scowling to. Jacqueline or his mother. She knew very                         well his father won’t like very much the idea of Jac around. Rhonda                         might have been nice and pleasant, but his father, James, was the                        complete opposite. He had been grumpy before losing his sight, but                        now he was simply irascible and didn’t liked having people visiting.                       Probably why he bought this house so ear the woods. In less than two                            seconds, the sound of a rough male voice echoed in the house,                     screaming both Rhonda and Dimitri’s names. “Mom, go. I’ll prepare lunch.”                     The elder nodded in his direction and left in a rush, sending the younger                     woman an apologetic smile, all while the hunter turned around and faced                                                    Jacqueline. “Come. This way.”

"What are you doing?"

"What? Oh my god that’s so creepy!"

“Well he’s still around here, so you might want to call the police.”

“And who the hell do you think you are?”

“Funny. I was gonna ask the same thing. Since you seem to think you can order people around like you’re their boss. Might work with some, but not with me mate.”

I understand the meaning of the term. I just don’t agree with it as an idea

“Well good luck with that.”