80 Lemons (2/2)
Adam's eyes trailed the girl's movement as she walked away, longingly. When she was out of sight, he turned back to Vixen in full rage.
”WHAT THE HELL MAN? YOU JUST CAME HERE TO DO THAT??!” Adam yelled, raising his hand to push Vixen but bringing it down when he noticed the hard stare he was receiving from him. ”IF YOU WANTED A LADY THAT MUCH, YOU HAVE 4 TO PICK FROM! YOU LITERALLY SERVE THEM DAILY!! WHY MESS UP MY GAME?!”
”Do they look like chess pieces to you? Why do you refer to them as your pastimes?” Vixen growled.
”Because they are. And quite frankly, I'm only with them because we both have something we want that we see in each other so why not take advantage of that?” Adam shrugged, ”you have NO REASON to be doing this so step aside so I can go.”
”If you think for one second that I care about whatever bilge relationship you have, then you've finally gone mad,” Vixen rolled his eyes.
”Then what do you want??? You've stood in front of me speaking in fu*king parables for the last minute and you expect me to somehow read your mind?” Adam snapped.
”That better be the last time you curse at me, please control your potty mouth,” Vixen smiled, his lips curling into a smile but eyes barely moving at all. ”Lemons.”
”Lemons?” Adam repeated, ”what lemons? Why are we even talking about lemons?”
”Because suddenly you think you can pass lemon-scented shampoo, lotion and perfume to room 213 and think I won't notice,” Vixen sneered.
”Lemon scented….” Adam murmured under his breath, ”AH! I REMEMBER!”
”Oh that's great, your sluggish mind finally caught up,” Vixen nodded, ”now, explain.”
”Geee,” Adam smirked, playfully punching Vixen's chest, ”I just wanted to help a girl out ya' know.”
Vixen cocked his head and went in an arrogant and demeaning stance, clearly fed up with Adam's words.
”That girl there, or actually, most of the girls you serve are head over heels for you and contact me to help them get a bit closer to you. She was no different,” Adam shrugged, ”she gave me money and I gave her a hit to win you over. Lemons wasn't it? She was elated to find out how obsessed you were with that scent.”
”So you earn money from them by making them pay you in exchange for information about me?” Vixen asked.
”Yup,” Adam nodded his head proudly.
”What are you? A mercenary?” Vixen snapped, ”who gave you permission to sell my information to others? WHO TOLD YOU THAT YOU CAN GO AROUND TELLING PEOPLE ABOUT ME JUST FOR A FEW BUCKS? DO I LOOK LIKE A PIECE OF MERCHANDISE TO YOU?!”
”Geez, chill man. It was just a few words of advice and then it was over,” Adam shrugged.
Vixen walked forward, inching closer to Adam until he pinned Adam to the wall. ”If I should hear about this one more time, every piece of information about me that you gave to those girls, I will find about you, multiply by 3 and give to my father.”
Adam flinched, shivers running down his spine as he made eye contact with Vixen, the longer he stared into those empty vessels of purple, the more his presence shrunk.
”Got it?” Vixen murmured, with a voice barely over a whisper then turned around and wiped his hand with his napkin again.
”Y-yea… sure I got it,” Adam replied, his voice wavering a bit.
”Good, it was goi-” Vixen began.
”But damn no need to be a little prick about it,” Adam muttered under his breath, ”I wish that lemon ass thing worked so you would've just stayed with the girl.”
”What,” Vixen paused in his step and his head slowly turned around to Adam with such stiff mechanic movements that creaks could be heard, ”the fu*k did you just say?”