a history of violence

-"I'm going downstairs to get something to drink, you need anything?"

-"no, i'm good thanks"

-"seriously, you don't want anything? do you want me to hit anyone while i'm at it?"

-"hmm can't think of anyone in particular"

-"just tell me who and i'll hit him"

-"dunno, why don't just hit anyone that crosses your path, randomly"

-"OK !!"

When Jay came back with his drink he seemed unscathed and had no bruises on his knuckles

Somehow I had a fantasy where he would come back to the office with a vicious sadistic smile expressing accomplishment and his shirt completely covered by random splatters of blood....most of it being seomeone else's,

I can't help feeling a little disappointed