“Jesus Christ!”

Piers slams the door of his car shut, staring at you wildly after you followed him to his house. He felt hurt, after you’d called his fighting aggressive and an example of what not to do on the field. God damn it, he was pissed, seeing your determined face.

“And you think I’m reckless?” Approaching you, he watches you get off your vehicle, staring you down wildly, all while he got into your face. “When I’m out on the job, I’ll have you know that my team does come first!”