As she set the glass down, she gave him a slight smirk, "Why is this an issue, babe? Two lowlife dick bags finally ran out of luck." She shrugged, twirling her index finger around the rim of the glass, "Considering that you're still cut up from them, I really don't have sympathy to spare."
He chewed the inside of his cheek, hearing her dismissive words, that slight scoff, "The guy, Daniel, he didn't need to die. Ye-yeah, he was a prick, but..." His eyes clouded over, "He didn't deserve that. An-and I-I...his friend..." He didn't want to admit it, didn't want to face that gaping hole, "I fought him and t-took it too far. He didn't deserve that, either."
"That's bullshit."