"You idiot! Don't you know who I work for?!"

J stands mute, still gripping the hilt of the dager tightly.

"Get this thing out of me! What's wrong with you?"

Slowly, keeping his eyes firmly locked onto D's, J pulls the knife back up, freeing D's hand.

"Arrrgh! You're trying to make this hurt more aren't you?"

D holds his hand in the air to slow the bleeding. He steps up to J, snarls, grabs his collar, and yanks down. He tears a strip from J's shirt and falls to the ground, quickly wrapping his hand.

"Fucking idiot"

J kneels down to D's level and studies him silently.

"Don't see why I got to put up with this shit. I only do it for the buzz, I don't need the money"

J calmly grabs D's wrist and moves his arm down to his side.

"What? I'm a little busy here...."

J serenly plunges the dagger between D's ribs. D's expression ripples into stunned confusion. J pulls the knife out and pushes it back into a new hole in D's chest. D gasps, speachless.

J pulls the knife out a last time and stands. He paces around D, frozen in shock, and plces a hand on his shoulder from behind. Leaning down, without a sound, he lets the knife glide across D's throat.

J takes a step back. He places the knife neatly onto the coffee table. D slumps forward face first. J adjusts the position of the dagger so it lines up more pleasingly with the coasters.