6 Chapter 5: Bar Squabble (1/2)

”Well, isn't it obvious to you,” Bret said as he took a slow swig from his flask, ”The bitch is here for you.”

”Mhmm,” Magnus said, still with his eyes glued on Michael Sawyer, ”I guess you are right, Bret. We do have unfinished business.”

As Magnus said that, Michael Sawyer and the two men that were following behind him, glanced around the place, as they did, so too did everyone in the bar stare at them. Then the three of them locked into position at Magnus location, noticing him among the crowd, and silently made their way towards him.

”Well, well, well, for a moment there, Magnus, I couldn't find you among the riff-raff.” Michael started the conversation off with. He was in casual cloth, which was more money than all the clothing that everyone in the bar had on their backs. His hair was the color of sunflower blond, sleek and shiny, and reaching up to his neck. He had cold, cruel, blue eyes and a pale complexion. His features sharp and pointy, and he had averaged out at 1.9 meters with a slender frame. He would have looked very handsome and dashing, but that disgusted, sneer of an expression on his face, ruined it all.

Magnus ignored him and his comment, which as a matter of fact offset a lot of people who were watching him and his crew. The only thing that Magnus would have said to him would be; 'IDIOT! Why in gods name would you even dare to insult these people, you do know that they would literally smash your head in like a watermelon.'

Yet Magnus didn't, let the fool dig himself his own grave, was Magnus only thought. He looked passed him, and faced his two minions, ”Lobal and Jovel, what the hell are you still doing, sticking around this asshat? You do know that school is out, right?” Magnus said to them, in a matter of fact tone, like he was giving them the rundown of things.

”You do know that you could ditch him, right?” Magnus then said to the two large and robust men, in a low, conspiratorial voice.

However, the two men did respond at all; the only things that escaped their mouths was a grunt and a growl. Magnus shook his head, self-deprecatingly, more to himself than anyone, ”Ye yeah, why do I even try with the two of you.” Then he snapped his fingers at their face and asked, ”Do the two of you even understand me?” And from the way he said it, in a long-drawn-out manner, as if he was speaking to some children or better yet, a person with a mental health condition. It was clear that he was making fun of the two large men intellect.

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”Hey,” Michael shouted who was seething the whole time that Magnus was ignoring him and talking to his underling.

Magnus turned around to face Michael, and he looked at him in false shock and surprise, ”Oh, Michael, my apologies, I did not see you there.” Magnus said as he placed his left hand on his heart and plastered an apologetic expression on his face.

Bret who was drinking from his cup, on the sidelines, laughed at Magnus false sense of genteel, then started to cough, as his drink went down the wrong windpipe.

Michael looked from Magnus, the man who shamed him, to Bret, the hobo who dared to laugh at him, trying to decide who to bring down his wrath upon.

Magnus saw that his crowd was starting to get worked up, so he decided to quit with the facade and get down to business. After that, they can get started throwing fists. ”So Michael,” Magnus asked in a stony-faced manner, ”what brings you here, to my small, little, abode?”

”I tracked you down so that I could see you,” Michael said as garnished his teeth together in hate.

Bret, who finally got his cough under control, elbowed Magnus lightly in the ribs once he heard what Michael said. ”Oh, Magnus, I do not know whether you should be honored or downright creeped out that he would stake you.” Then he started to chuckle at his own joke, but he heard no other laugher coming forth, so he turned to face everyone and saw that they were all looking at him blankly.

He peered around, with his eyes darting to and fro, then comprehension blossomed on his face, and he said, ”OHH, so we are being serious now. Well, forget what I said and carry on.”

Magnus couldn't help but to shake his head, amusedly, he glanced back at Michael, who was staring down at Bret and had the look of somebody who just did not know what to do with this insect that dared to bite him.

”You still did not answer the matter at hand, Michael, what brings you here?”

Michael, who started to awaken from his musing about Bret, absentmindedly said, ”Well, I am here to clear things up, make myself clear, and teach you a lesson.”

Magnus plainly regarded the pompous bastard, he couldn't decide if he should punch the little bitch in the face right now, or to just walk away from his self-conceited mannerism. However, he opted to get some answers, first. Then he would punch him in the face, later.

”Not only did you have my license revoked, you little bitch,” Magnus said, as he couldn't help it when a hint of anger escaped him. ”But you want to what?! Persist on with it?”

In a flash, Michael spun around to face Magnus and looked at him with anger, hate, and… a bit of a crazed, maddening expression in his face. ”How could you dare ask me if that is enough, HUH? Do you know the shame you have brought on me? They all laugh at me, gossip behind my back. They all think that I am some dickless bastard. All because of YOU. You fucking peasant, you fucking stain.”

Everybody was now staring at this spectacle, right before their very eyes, and Magnus was really about to, up it to the Max, 'how could this little shit go on with his bullshit when he ruined my life.'

Yet, he paused when he processed what Michael said, 'what does he mean that I destroyed his life, that was his fiancee who did that, not me. Wait... she couldn't have, could she? That fucking BITCH!'

Magnus looked at Michael who was now racking up a storm, and sort of felt bad for him, but that feeling was instantly squashed. With that feeling destroyed, another took its place, humor. Humor at the irony and absurdity of it all. So with all humor that couldn't be kept inside of the mind or chest, he started to laugh out loud.

Everyone, that was watching this drama unfold, which was basically every soul in the bar now, looked at Magnus as he laughed and laughed. His laughter dissolved in tears, and achs of stomach pain, as he continued on with it.

After a long while, he was able to get it under control and wiped away at the tears on the corner of his eyes. ”Ah, you are so sad, you pathetic little weasel,” Magnus started off with, ”you do not know do you, huh?” he said as he looked at Micael.

”I never tried anything with her fiancee, she is the one who wanted the D.” as Magnus said that sentence, he once more laughed out loud, but this one was a cruel, barking laugh.

”She is the one who wanted to get it on,” Magnus continued on, as that laugh.

Then Magnus paused and looked at Michael right in the eyes, and his tone was serious. ”but I R E F U S ED her,” he said as he snarled out each syllable, ”and this how you repay me, HUH?”

Michael just like everyone in the room, rocked back from the pure animosity coming off of Magnus. Michael looked at Magnus, wide-eyed, and the only thing he could whisper out was, ”that is not true.” But it sounded so weak and pathetic that he, himself, would not believe it, if he was in a correct state of mind.

Magnus once again let loose a cruel barking laugh, ”Do you know what I think Michael,” Magnus said in a whisper, ”I think, deep down you know it is true. But….” Magnus said as his voice started to get louder and louder, ”You are too pathetic of a man to do anything against your fiancee. Nooo, you have to go pick on Magnus, who doesn't have a rich father like you or a gifted mother. You, my man, truly fit the bill of; pick on the weak and avoid the strong.”

Everyone in the bar held their breaths at Magnus outpour of rage and anger, some even had angry looks on their faces, once they heard Magnus plight, especially Aunt Avril, who had pure, unconcealed murder in her eyes.

Magnus stared down at the wretched rich bastard, all of his anger that he locked away, for every day during every moment, ever since he got his license revoked, was on full display. 'It is only him that matters at the end of the day, I do not give a single wick about his plight, it is he, along, who brought about this.'

Bitches would be bitches, and that woman did have a hand in all of this, but it is him who brought me into their drama. 'He did not have the balls to face his fiancee, but he did have the nerve to bring me into it.'

'And that is, after all, that I done for him! I could been sticking my dick into that bitch's pussy, and he would have been none the wiser, but I didn't. And yes, it wasn't out of decency or virtue that I didn't do it. My reasoning was simple, I didn't want to be somebody's boy toy.'

'Nevertheless, when you do a man a solid like that, there is a silent, sacred vow that is made. You make sure to not involve him into your drama! But did Michael do that? NO!'