[SF] The Auction of Oneyka Duffuor

[Tim Tawfeek]

"I shouldn't have to tell you anything when you're being a massive dick!" Tim yelled again, ready to outright brawl with Karsen at this point. Yeah, things had been different lately, tense, but the guy that Tim faced down now definitely wasn't the guy who'd been his friend for ages. Had Karsen tripped out on roids or something? Why do this? Why be a jerk just to be a jerk? Because that was literally what Karsen kept saying. He was even going on about talking about how this wasn't about girls when he was literally buying a girl.

"Are you--" Tim began, only to pause. Because at about that time a 200lb rugby playing gorrila spun at them. Before Tim could really even fully process things, the guy was moving on Karsen. Tim was close enough to practically feel the jerk from the sudden impact of this guy colliding with his supposed friend. He heard another voice: Onnie, insisting that they stop.

Tim looked to the stage, seeing Onnie freaking, Jack looking like he wanted to slink off the stage. Now Onnie was coming close to Taylor, clearly trying to get him to stop, getting close. Tim intervened there, trying to get between Onnie. "Get to Jack!" he hissed, jerking and waving his hand. "This guy's not really gonna be all that stoppable right now!" Tim wasn't sure what he was going to do, and they'd certainly thrown the auction out of whack.

"Goddammit Karsen," Tim mumbled before reaching up to rub at his face and massage his glasses. He wasn't even sure if he should be pulling Taylor off or helping him out, and the whole thing just had his head spinning.