"'Raakaa' is a crappy name," Raa said, and snagged Derrick's last taco since Marcus had barricaded his food, and took a large enough bite out of it to make half of it disappear, shoving his food into his cheek, he said, "But thank you for the sentiment."
Spots of red appeared high on Taylor's cheeks, blue eyes spitting fire. In a show of strength that greatly belied her size, she grabbed the back of the chair Raa was sitting on, and yanked, swirling her boyfriend around to face her, expression a plastic smile that twitched with warning. "Raakaa," she said, voice carefully level as she locked her narrow gaze onto Raa's wide, surprised eyes, "That... boy... just called me a liar. Aren't you going to do anything about it?"
"Ehm..." Raa swallowed his mouthful, set the other half of his stolen taco down, and watched her with trepidation as he said, "No? I mean, Taylor, you aren't exactly known to... keep things in proportion, you know?"
"So you're going to believe that thing over me?" Her nostrils flared, the twin spots of red high on her cheeks spreading in an angry blush to encompass the rest of her face.
Raa's lips pressed into a thin white line as his thick brows slammed together in a dangerous frown. He stood slowly, swinging the chair out of his way with a light kick, and put his face so close to Taylor's that she had to take a step back to see him properly. "You," he said, voice low and shaking, "are a fucking bitch."
Taylor gasped, her mouth falling open. "Did you just call me a-"
"Fucking bitch," Raa said again, pronouncing it very carefully. "And I suggest you leave. Now."
"I will not be sent away!" Taylor shouted, though her voice wavered and she took another step back.
"NOW!" Raa barked, hands balling into fists at his side; he would not strike her, but God, it was tempting.
Taylor jumped, her eyes filling with tears as her bottom lip began to tremble. For a moment, Raa expected her to create more of a scene than they already had, but she merely drew herself up to her full 5 feet, 5 inches, tossed her red curls, and walked away.
Raa looked after for a moment, anger present in every line, then shook his head, and plopped back into his chair, offering Marcus an apologetic grin. "Sorry about that. Taylor's... Well, she's Taylor, crocodile tears and fake sincerity and all."
"If he asks me what day of the week it is, I'll be sorely tempted to answer 'orange'." ~Chang WuFei,