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Eli cocks his head a little, unfazed by Roth's threat. "I want you alone, that's what I want," he replies evenly. "I wanna see what a tough guy you really are."

He eyes the women and the men standing by Roth, obviously part of his group. "Unless..." A sly grin surfaces. "...you're too scared to be a man and come out from behind your little friends there. I hear you're too chicken to use your own hands too - have to show off with flashy guns."

Eli takes a step back and stretches his arms out to the side in a stance that stated 'come and get it.' "You really got what it takes to be a man, Roth? I'm beginning to doubt you even know how to swing your own fist."


If Karla hadn't been nervous, Kip would have laughed. But he holds his tongue, and only gives a gentle smile instead. For a moment, he just looks at her, something softer passing through his eyes. "You know that trailer court, back behind the junkyard on the south side of town?" Most people knew about it. And most people considered it just an overflowing from the junkyard itself. Garbage everywhere, varmints all over the place, police constantly on the scene for drug busts or domestic disturbances.

Kip purses his lips, his smile fading, though he isn't sad. "Not everybody who lives in this house grew up in a house like it." His words make it obvious that he was referring to himself. Without saying so, one would understand he'd come from that trailer court. "I highly doubt you'll be able to scare me away."

He gestures to the door. "Lead the way."


Gunner shifts his weight a little, unsure about being in the spotlight like this, though he can't help a little grin at Bree's comment about bothering him. Part of him felt so warm and good, and another part of him wasn't sure he could accept an offer like this. He didn't know for sure, but he would guess that Bree had relayed to JT that he was having a hard time at home. Gunner knew in his head that it was natural, but there was a part of him that was embarrassed. He really did want to wait it out and get back on his own two feet. But at the same time... thinking about not having to face that dark apartment tugged him in the other direction.

"Um... I'll think about it."

JT nods. "Fair enough." Letting the subject drop so he didn't pressure Gunner, he stands up and stretches. "I think a gremlin brought some ice cream over today... anybody want some?"

Gunner shakes his head a little, but his smile is one of thanks. He was too full. When JT has left the room, Gunner, glances to the other end of the couch, feeling just a little warmth in his face as he studied Bree. "I, um... I'm sorry about skunking you today over lunch."