The playboy did the only thing he could think of doing. He did with his body what his shoulders had already done. He slumped on the ground entirely and began begging tearfully. "Please forgive me, there has been some sort of misunderstanding. Clearly!"
Of course, the flamboyant Kasha wouldn't leave it at that. "Do you think I'll forgive just you that easi-"
But Josh interrupted. "Kasha, it's enough" He interrupted the woman that none present dared to offend. He then turned to the shivering joke of a man. "Remember, my friend gave you an ultimatum. Either leave her the fuck alone or commit. Now, scram. You are disturbing my meal."
The man left as if he had been pardoned a crime. Behind remained a shaken girl, a completely baffled Dale, and a burning hot Kasha. She was resentfully staring daggers at him. If murder wasn't prohibited in the City, Josh would have probably already died.
She growled at him. "YOU!"
