Snippet #1767461

The lack of a true response of Marcus was the tipping point for Grove. Her jaw clenched at his short replies and it was easily seen that her temper was flaring up into full gear. There was a loud clatter against her plate as the capsuleer released her fork and it fell harshly against the metallic material. She tore her gaze away from Marcus and settled it on the immaculate floor. It was an attempt to calm herself, but not more than ten seconds later did she bolt up from her chair, grab the edge of the table, and flip it sideways.

"That's it! That's fuckin' it. I am done. I am done, Marcus," Grove yelled out at the top of her voice. It was actually pretty surprising how much the woman could actually project her voice. "Here I am trying to help you fuckin' kill yourself because you're too chicken shit to deal with the pain you've gone through in your life," she said while rushing to him, whether he remained sitting or standing, so that her face wasn't but a few inches from his. "All I wanted was one simple thing and I would have helped you do anything that needed to be fuckin' done. I just wanted you to talk and open up to me, but you're not doing it, damnit!"

Grove made wild gestures during her entire angered rant, pointing at herself or at Marcus, and sometimes even waving her arms around like some lunatic. "I have spent two days with you now and poured out my fuckin' heart and soul and experiences and all the bad shit that I've been through as a capsuleer. Shit, if I would have known that you weren't going to man up like a real Terran, I wouldn't have said a damn thing in the first place and blown you off at that bullshit of a bar!" The woman wanted nothing more than to slap Marcus across the face and then proceed to beat the living shit out of him. It took a lot of will power to turn away from him, and take out her hostility on her chair instead. Needless to say that it went flying across the room and into another dining set.

"Damnit ... fuckin' ... shit!"