Like an animation, it looked like steam was coming out of Quince's ears and nose - he was fuming mad thinking about his wife lying under that scumbag Rendell Books! He kept pacing up and down his study room, not knowing whether to sit, stand or lie down. He couldn't sit still and he was angry at himself for not approaching her earlier. Had he made his move first he wouldn't have had to sit through a whole year of watching the love of his love with a scumbag and certainly he wouldn't have to sit through this night with the knowledge that another man was going to open the cookie jar for him. He couldn't forgive himself.
He walked over to the side table, poured himself a double shot of whiskey and gulped it down with one shot. The burning sensation on his throat was nothing compared to the burning sensation in his eyes. He looked out the window and heard someone open the door. He turned and threw the glass that was still in his hand to the door and roared "Get out!!!"
Everyone that were at the door quickly closed the door in fear and fled. Quince roared again and pushed everything that was on the table to the floor. He looked up and saw Cipher by the door and roared again "I said get OUT!"
Cipher chuckled without humour and walked in nonchalantly like danger wasn't laced in the room. He was probably the only person that wasn't scared of Q. They grew up together as brothers and thus nothing could really scare him, he's seen him in all sides there ever was to see.
"Man, you need therapy" Cy said unconcerned and went over to the side table and poured himself a shot of whiskey. Q's mind was about to blow up he "Collin McColl!" he roared Cy's name at the top of his lungs, and took out a gun out of his drawer.
Cipher knew he was truly angry for him to call him by his official name, that happened rarely ever. But it was like he was unfazed when he drank his shot in one gulp and poured himself another one and said calmly "Oh I know one therapist, she's hot and she's very good at her job" Cy smirked "well good at other stuff too, you know" Cy winked at him.
His attitude drained the energy out of Q and he threw the gun on the floor resignedly, "Man, just get out, give me time to think, yeah" he was alot calmer now. And Cy knew he got through to him and sighed a relief.
"Good, this is Brainz, calm" Cy sat himself on the couch and gave Q a look that he usually has when he's planning something.
"What have you got planned?" Q asked him but Cy wouldn't say even after Q started threatening him again.
After a while, Quince stared at a fixed spot infront of him, a look Cy knew very well... That was the look he had before he planned to kill someone. Cy panickly said "No, no, no!" he knew he had to talk him out of it soon before he becomes resolute because once he decides on something no one can ever stop him, "No, man. You can't kill him, no"
"Why not?" Q turned to look at him. "Because, I don't the queen would like that" Cy quickly said. Q sighed after he thought about that. "Besides, I kinda like the guy, he's a douche, I like douches" Cy jokingly said to lighten up the atmosphere.
Before Q could say anything, Cy's phone rang. He took it out and when he saw the caller he smirked....