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Character Portrait: Roman Killens Character Portrait: Dylan Taylor
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One moment, Dylan was sitting on the couch, setting down the glass of wine for himself, and the one for Holly, and getting ready to dig back into his pizza, and the next, he was glancing in the direction of the door opening, and before he could react, being pulled out of his seat and thrust against the wall. Being high only delayed his reaction, but it certainly took him a few seconds to realize what the hell had just happened, and even then, a lot of the details, like dropping his full wine glass onto the couch, were nothing more than a blur. He stared at the face in front of him for a second, not processing what the guy was saying once he realized that he was holding him with such force. While Roman had his well-intended reasons for treating Dylan like he did, Dylan couldn't be blamed for reacting as he did either, by kicking Roman with enough force in the groin area to cause him to relinquish his grasp all together. Even in a situation like this, Dylan felt like a shot like that was a low blow, but he literally had no idea what was going on. For all he knew, Holly was some decoy that this guy was using to lure him into their apartment so he could proceed to jump him. "What the fuck is wrong with you, man?" Dylan snapped, shoving back at Roman once more before moving away from him quickly. He wasn't scared to fight, even if Roman had a few inches on him, and a street-fighting history that Dylan was unaware of. Dylan was an athletic kid, and one who could definitely hold his own against most people, and he probably would have even been a somewhat decent match for Roman, had Roman not fought professionally. Even under the assumption that he could hold his own if it came to it, Dylan wasn't trying to fight anyone. He really had no idea what was going on. He thought he was about to have a nice, chill impromptu date with a cute girl. It seemed like one of those occurrences that were so rare and well-timed, that they only happened in movies. Being attacked out of no where was a very clear wake up sign that this wasn't a movie, not unless they were going to list it under the horror movie genre. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are touching me when I was fucking invited over here by the girl who lives here, but you know what, fuck her, and fuck you too, man. Don't ever fucking lay a hand on me again."

He looked away from Roman now, but only to gather his things that were on the coffee table. He wasn't sober enough to think that it was worth leaving without the food that he paid for. "Try that with me again, bro, and I'll have my brother knocking on this door tonight with a fucking AK in hand," he continued, though distractedly. He spoke seriously, though he knew that Hudson didn't own a gun, and the comment should have been more of a realization to himself that he needed to stop playing so much Call of Duty. "Fucking asking me why I'm here," he muttered to himself, shaking his head in anger and annoyance, and ignoring the puddle of wine forming on the couch beside him as he closed the pizza box back up. "Maybe because I was fucking invited over? Why else would I fucking be here?" he continued under his breath, growing more enraged by the minute as he processed what had just happened.