see the devil living in those eyes

Spencer, in all his wisdom and great luck, had gotten himself in a bit of a pickle. Really, it should be expected that such a situation would end up being possible due to his line of work but still it was really quite unfortunate that the trouble elected to rear its head now when he was alone and without recourse to fix the problem. The problem being a very pissed off man with his thugs screaming and hollering and creating quite the fuss about something or another. That something or another may have involved a now-comatose man who allegedly ingested some herbal remedy created by Spencer. He didn't see how that actually had anything to do with him though; it wasn't like he was the one placing such remedies in places that someone might then ingest it. Especially in this situation because, being completely honest, if Spencer had been the one to apply such a remedy, the man would not be in a coma but six feet under the ground. Or in a lake. Or wherever, but not a hospital bed with surrounded by sobbing actors and actresses hoping to gain brownie points for some kind of inheritance or something. It all sounded so absurd and dramatic and, if he may reiterate, all had nothing to do with him. Of course, when he tried explaining this (in a very short, to-the-point manner, it had earned him a solid blow to the side of his face that still had one ear ringing.

Looking back, perhaps that had been a bit of an oversight on his part.

Of course, if things were to escalate - which obviously they were considering his ears were ringing - he had been 'escorted' (what was this, a shitty 1900's mafia now?) from the front of the store to the back office. He had been unceremoniously shoved against the rickety desk -- nearly convinced he almost went through the damn thing with the high pitched ring of it scraping against the floor - before finding his exits quickly blocked off. Worse yet, since he had been in the midst of fully abandoning this shop, he didn't even have any of his usual 'emergency' supplies left in the office. This was rapidly looking worse and worse and - Goddamn, what he almost wouldn't give to have that wretched woman back in his life. She was good for very little but an excellent deterrent when it came to business dealings.

However, he hadn't much time to deal on that thought as the 'discussions' were beginning again - the strange man accusing Spencer of sabotage or whatever, Spencer arguing he was clearly mistaken - when, to his great disappointment, more of those Hollywood Thugs showed up. This situation was looking less like he would have to take his beating and limp home and more like, he really needed to figure a way out of the situation before he was the one who was six feet under. Especially as the 'discussions' continued to heat up because, for all the bad situation, could not seem to find it in him to not push back - never mind that the consequences were starting to leave him bleeding from a busted lip and -

Perhaps it had been the fact he had thought of her or from the ringing through his skull as he was trying to straighten against the desk, holding his mouth while running his tongue over his teeth, making sure they were all actually still there. He could not have hid the shock in his eyes had he tried at suddenly seeing her, not able to hear a word from the others in the room. There, the almost flicker of relief at seeing her - instantly ruined by that mocking kiss blown toward him. Spencer could not explain the absolute outrage at this small mockery, especially not after the words thrown around all evening at him from these goons, but that little action from her had made short shrift of any good will he garnered with the snarl that ripped from his cracked lips,

"You fucking bitch."

As one may imagine, the consequences of that was immediate and violent - leaving him collapsed on the floor, drooling blood and wheezing around sore ribs from the kicks to his sides. Well, at this rate, maybe she wouldn't get a chance to live up to her numerous threats that she was going to be the one to kill him.

Shit.

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