Kade let out a quiet chuckle. He may have lost, but it was amusing to see how his actions annoyed this guy so much. He didn't see why. After all, he wasn't the one who lost. Still grinning, he turned back to the street, leaning back against the warehouse and staring into space.
Abe could be heard clicking his tongue softly, crouched down on the grimy concrete. He tapped the ground, seemingly trying to lure something out from the mess of empty cardboard boxes piled haphazardly in the corner.
"There's nothing there," Kade called. "Unless it's your sanity. In that case, I'd suggest that you look elsewhere. I doubt it'd be there."
Abe ignored Kade, continuing to try and coax the thing out of there. He whistled softly, finally luring out what appeared to be a tiny puppy, no more than a couple weeks old.
He snorted. "A puppy? Why would you go to all that work for a puppy?" He wasn't bothered that he was being ignored. He was used to it, and he liked to hear the sound of his own voice.
"Shut the fuck up, cunt." Abe snapped back, barely giving Kade the dignity of looking at him. "Do you get off on being an asshole? Is that what it is? I just kicked your fuckin' ass. You're still gonna try and upll this shit? You know I'll bust your teeth in."
"I'd like to see you try," Kade said mildly. "You just had the upper hand because you have more endurance. I don't think you could beat me up now that I know how you fight."
"Alright, dipshit." Abe pulled his shirt from his shoulder, wrapping it around the little puppy. "I could feel your bones and shit when I got you on the ground. I know your ass can't hold up to another fight today."
"You know, there's a double meaning for what you said," Kade said, with a tiny smirk. "And I probably could. You misjudge how much my pack teaches to blow through pain."
"Oh, funny. Hilarious." Abe rolled his eyes. He snorted at that last statement. "Y'all don't even fight with real weapons. Pussies. You're softies compared to us."
"I know. I've often been told that I'm the funniest person they've ever met." He smiled, looking for all the world like he was discussing the weather. "And of course we fight with weapons. We just choose to fight with our fists, which are weapons in and of themselves. But you wouldn't know, of course. You're so used to relying on stupid man-made weapons."
"'Stupid man-made weapons?'" Abe repeated with a sharp laugh. "Oh my god, man, keep lecturing me on this shit. You should like a fucking caveman. It's '89, man. Fists are great, but a bat'll fuck you up harder." Abe shook his head, setting down the puppy in his arms. "Goddamn!"
"Is something wrong?" Kade's voice practically dripped with amusement. "Do you need to see a doctor? You sound like you're in pain. Perhaps a bat over the head would help?"
"Fucking Christ. Why did I stop beating the fuck outta you?" He muttered, looking towards one of the warehouse's exit doors. He had half a mind to just leave, go sit outside until one of his packmates came looking for him.
"Because you decided to be a good boy and listen when someone told you to stop fighting." Kade shrugged, flicking his cigarette away.
Abe, who had begun to turn away, suddenly froze at that. He bristled with anger as he turned back to Kade. "Shut up. Shut the fuck up, man, you don't fucking know what you're talkin' about."he poured the rest of his beer out, gripping his bottle by the neck.
Kade gave him a mock salute. "Whatever you say, Your Highness." He didn't look worried at all. He was a master of making people annoyed, or angry, and this guy was wound up too tight. It was fun, egging him on.
Abe walked up to Kade, taking a moment to set down the bottle before swiftly kneeing Kade in the groin. He stepped back, picking the bottle back up and gripping it tight. "Fucking cunt."
Kade smiled. It hurt, like hell, but he wasn't about to act like it did. "Is that all you can do? Man, I wonder how you haven't been kicked out of your pack already. Such a weak kick, and so easy to anger."
"Because packs aren't built from brute strength, you fucking dipshit. Oh my god!" Abe laughed. "Holy shit. No wonder your pack is so fucked up. Y'all aren't a family. You're a gang. No wonder the media fucking hates werewolves."
"Well, what else would we be?" Kade rolled his eyes. "That big of a family? That would suck. There would be even more blood shed than in a fucking gang."
"That's an issue with how it's being run." Abe snorted. "Or you could just disband. You're corrupt enough anyway. The fuck's your business with cops? How's that boot taste? Got that fucking cop shoe rammed so far down your throat, think it was a dick." It wasn't unlike a Blacktooth to bring up the Devils' more.. positive affiliation with cops. Bootlickers.
"It tastes good, thank you." Kade smirked slightly. "Although, there have been some dicks involved… you should try it sometime. It'd be much more fun than staying around with your beautiful little family. Do you ever stand in a circle and sing Kumbaya? Because you seem like that kind of pack."
"Got it, so you suck fucking cock in exchange for immunity." Abe rolled his eyes. "Sure. If that's what you wanna call it, sure." Kade pretending he didn't know the Blackteeth's violent reputation was almost funny. They were vigilantes, almost. Cop-killers. Guerrilla.
"I will, thank you. I'm glad that you've allowed me the freedom to call it that." He shrugged. "I can't believe Your Highness would be so kind and gracious as to do something like that for a lowly peasant like me."