C Young Gods

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Before the night was over, Desmond had had enough. Even his ears felt hot at how angry he was to see the way Ocean was being treated, grinding his teeth as he tried to focus on work. It pissed him off even more that Ocean was just taking it, he may not have been the best but he was taking on more work than the others because they were scapegoating him. It wasn't until he saw the tears in Ocean's eyes and heard a particular waiter continue to complain and demand that Ocean be fired that Desmond did decide to throw in the towel. Coming around the bar to where the man was standing by the window to the kitchen and waving yet another "illegible order", Desmond grabbed the man's wrist none too gently and forced him to look in his suddenly deep orange eyes.

"Listen, I dunno where you get off treating people like this but you better cut the shit right now," he warned, shaking in anger. It had not been the day to test his temper apparently, and even though he hated how Ocean was being treated he normally wouldn't react this aggressively to someone. He couldn't stop himself now and it happened without him even really thinking about it. Desmond just wanted to see the asshole cry really. "Maybe it's cause you feel bad about yourself and know you'll never live up to anything in your miserable life." His voice held that melodic tone and he pushed a heavy feeling of worthlessness and sadness into words, knowing that's how he was making Ocean feel. "Maybe you know this is the best it's ever going to get for you. Isn't that right? You're pathetic."