Taylor turned and looked at Mike, a smile on his face. He could see Mike’s clenched fist and he was ready to get into a fight if Mike made the first move.
“Hold on.” Taylor sighed. “Do you not have another insult in your bag? Is “bloody bastard” the best you can do?”
Mike took a second to think. “How’s “fucktard”?”
“Too cheesy. Fucking Bastard is also not that much of an upgrade, even if you shorten it.”
“What about “shilly-shally miscreant”?”
“Too high class.”
“How does “son of a bitch” sound?”
“Just right.” Taylor chuckled.
Mike sighed. “You fucking set me up. You knew I’d go for it when you asked Maya those questions.”
“Yup. Like trapping a bird with nuts, but then you intentionally took the bait to buy yourself time. You are lucky I was in the mood to play.”
“I should punch you in the face right now.”
“At least this time it will not be a cheap shot.” Taylor pointed at his face. “Come on go for it. Right here. Come on.”
Mike swung his left fist at Taylor but he ducked under it and started laughing. Taylor walked around Mike taunting him and he took another swing which Taylor ducked under again before jabbing him in the side and going back to taunting him. Mike was about to take another swing when May and Emily stepped between the both of them.
“Will the both of you just cut it out?” May said with her arms on their chests, trying to prevent them from getting to each other.
“Mike started it.”
“Shut it, Taylor.” Emily said.
“Tay, Emily, I’m sorry for Mike’s actions. I started this fight and it has gone on long enough.”
“I’m not apologizing.”
“Now who needs to learn to admit defeat?”
“I said shut it, Taylor.” Emily snapped. “You’ve both taken this thing too far and I know we agreed to make Mike look the fool, but that was a little too much.”
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