The other boy, who apparently dislikes being ignored, grabs Delaney's arm as he picks up his tray.
"Not today, honeybunch," Delaney says mildly.
"Faggot," his pursuer sneers, letting go with a shove that sends Delaney stumbling forward.
He just laughs, unperturbed. "Why, you want some? Fifty bucks," he offers. "A hundred and I'll do it right here."
That was not in the script. The other boy frowns as he processes the meaning of the words, and then his head jerks back in outraged surprise. "Freak!" he spits.
And all of a sudden there is a shower of food, plates, and cutlery and Delaney's tray is smacking him across the face.
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"Not today, honeybunch," Delaney says mildly.
"Faggot," his pursuer sneers, letting go with a shove that sends Delaney stumbling forward.
He just laughs, unperturbed. "Why, you want some? Fifty bucks," he offers. "A hundred and I'll do it right here."
That was not in the script. The other boy frowns as he processes the meaning of the words, and then his head jerks back in outraged surprise. "Freak!" he spits.
And all of a sudden there is a shower of food, plates, and cutlery and Delaney's tray is smacking him across the face.