Not Acceptable

We take this kind of thing very seriously, you know.

I said sternly.

There was no answer from across the table where the surly recipient of my words sat.

I put a little steel in my voice.

In fact this kind of behaviour is quite unacceptable.

I threw the unacceptable bomb in there with an inward smirk. If anything could bring an enemy to his mental knees the unacceptable bomb always could.

It didn't.

It pinged off him like a frozen pea.

He stared at me impassively across the table before slowly and deliberately sticking a finger up his nose and rooting around as if hunting for treasure.

He was taunting me. I knew it.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to relax and not throw myself across the table at him.

Motherfucker.

My eye was drawn to something on the table between us that could have been dried blood or a chickpea curry stain.

I picked at it and when it was loose flicked it aggressively with my middle finger across the table.

Unlike the acceptable bomb this one landed. He rumpled his brow and brushed at his cheek where it struck.

Hey!?

He uttered.

I smelt my middle finger, yeah, chickpea curry. That will do it... every time.

Tilting my head back, I looked at him with slitty eyes.

So, we're not going to be doing that again, understand?

I stated rather than asked.

He very deliberately removed his finger from his face crevice and wiped the snottery slime on his finger tip onto the table where he stared at it in great fascination.

I felt the rage rumble within. There was no holding back this time. Who the bloody hell did he think he was???

Right you...

I tailed off as the good lady bustled into the lounge.

I don't think you are going to break him, Daddy-Bear. He's only two years old. It's not his fault if he had a bit of a wake up last night?

She said shaking her head.

A bit of a wake up? He was up for over three hours!! I'm cabbaged today!?

I mewled pitifully at her.

Well, enough is enough. You had better leave or you will miss your train.

She said dismissing me as if I were a sleep deprived zombie of no consequence.

Fine.

I huffed and stood.

But you. You and I aren't done you hear?

I waggled my finger threateningly at the Little Boom who looked at me long and hard before smiling and letting out an exceptionally loud and trumpeting fart.

Bastard.