Threat

Jason thinks for a moment, then shrugs. "Yeah. You're probably right." He sits down and digs into his sandwich, not having realized how late the morning had gotten.

Carson rolls his eyes, though Misty can't see him. "Sometimes it's better to feel out the other side before surrendering." Bouncing his leg nervously, he finally makes up his mind. Having heard Misty scoot on the floor, he knows where she is. Getting up from his chair, in one movement, he goes to one knee on the floor, reaching under the table and pulling Misty out. Not giving her enough time to react, he pins an arm behind her back, putting her in a locked choke hold. "Now scream or I'm gonna squeeze tighter," he hisses. "I'm not going to sit in here all day waiting for those dopes to get back."