Chris smiled that smile that suggested his victim friend was treading thin ice, though merely laughed and turned dismissively back to John.

His brows arched in amusement when Darius took aim at the other friend, for what were friends if not animals fighting to the death in Chris' social gladiatorial rings?

"Zack is far stranger than John," Chris idly mused with a glint in his eye.

His favorite target was one not there to fight back, after all.

John scoffed and smirked, leaning back in his seat.

"Didn't he piss in a room full of people, too?" John jeered.

"I believe he did," Chris answered serenely, confident John would fail to pick up on the common denominator in all this room-pissing. "But my God, hardly the worst thing Zack has done."