What Makes You Tick.

Clyde narrowed his eyes at Allison as she just laughed, it was all a game to her, wasn't it? Her tone didn't sit well with him either as she muttered his name, he would just furrow his brow and looked at her with a dry gaze as she gave him this half-assed answer before Jocelyn spun around and smashed her foot into Clyde's ribs. "Ugk!!" His body curled up as felt a big chunk of air leave his lungs.

His eyes shut tight as he endured the shot before opening them as Jocelyn referred to him as shrimp dick and Duffy... as his boyfriend. His eye twitched angrily at those remarks.

"...I dunno what y'all are talkin' 'bout. I heard you were havin' self-esteem issues somethin' fierce after havin' yer knee fucked up by Cassie Elliot. That's why you Allison's bitch, right? Or did'ja just like the way she humiliated you? Turns ya on, huh slut?" He spat to Jocelyn with a smirk before turning to Allison.

"And you. You think you better than everybody else. But you ain't. You just some high and mighty skank who gets off on puttin' down girls smaller than her... And you cheat like a punk half the damn time too! But... I think it's funny though that the smallest gal left you out cold on your first match. Maybe you still ain't over that? Either way, that all just tells me you ain't unbeatable. You just a bully. And I gon' put you in your place. I'm surprised you ain't joined the Kawaii league, darlin'."

"Mmm, you've done your homework," Allison purred. "You must be quite a fan. Would you like my autograph? And should your sister should also join me in the Kawaii league? She doesn't seem to be faring too well with the adults."

She turned back to Jocelyn for a moment. "Oh yes, I agree. I think he enjoys the thrill of rubbing against his betters. It explains why he's so submissive. He'd love nothing more than for me to dominate him right here, physically and psychologically." She haughtily surveyed the downed Texan, and then addressed him again. "But I won't. I don't have to listen to your savaging of the English language. I'm neither interested in beating up someone who can't defend themselves, nor in conversation with someone who can't adequately express a thought. You are a sad little man, a runt, and you have no spine. You are weak, and your sister would be better off with no brother at all."

She clicked her heel against the cement and looked at Jocelyn. "Shall we?" She said, as if nothing had happened. She turned and headed for the elevator to find her car somewhere below.

Jocelyn's eyebrows twitched at Clyde's words but before she could even get upset, she had to think about the situation. She let Allison speak. She was much better at it than her. She had to admit. And when she turened to leave, Jocelyn dutifully followed.

"Aye. He's really gabber when he's layin arse up on the cement, curled up like a swaddled babe." She laughed derisively. "An talkin like he hasn't had the shite kicked out a him enough! Why the fuck would I beat up someone who's so pathetic they gotta beg to get their ass whooped?" She said to Allison but loud enough for Clyde to hear as the pair walked away.

"That's right." He said smugly. He did do his homework... For once. But the smugness faded as Allison turned the tables and began to belittle him piece by piece. He scowled at her words regarding her submissiveness. Maybe part of that was true, maybe he did like that sort of stuff. But he wasn't their bitch and was angered by the mere idea that he wanted Allison to dominate him. He hated her and that high and mighty attitude she bore.

He then grit down hard on his teeth as she referred to him as a sad little runt of a man with no spine. Weak. None of that hurt him, it just him scowl angrily towards her with a drive to prove her dead wrong. but when Bonnie was brought up, he crumbled and lowered his head begrudgingly as he felt much of that was very, very true now.

[size=85:33q9840a]"I ain't beggin'." he growled under his breath, telling himself that he wasn't weak and he had a spine. He'd show them both. Alone. That way Bonnie, Duff or anyone else would'nt have to pay the price for his screw ups. He was thankful Allison didn't know about his ties with Mercy. He'd have to take care of that later, right now the bitches were gone and it was just him, Duffy and a 3 hour train ride back to Kyoto. That reminder just made his heart sink.

Getting through the pain in his legs, Clyde crawled over to Duffy and tried to lightly shake her by the shoulders, trying to see if she was okay.