Joe raised an eyebrow unbothered by the man's sudden screaming.
'Ok.. I was exactly expecting him to answer me straight away, but the screaming a little much'
Joe couldn't help but let a little immature smirk form on his face. "Are you done?" He questioned.
Joe watched as he struggled against the tape, he wasn't going to use the knife stuffed down the back of his pants. Not yet anyway, but Evan, he used words, words Joe wasn't overly fond of being called. Freak. Weirdo. Pervert. He wasn't any of those things. He let out a laugh, "oh those are original, really, spot on," he scoffed sarcastically, tilting his head to the side slightly.
Ok. Creep crossed the line a little. Joes eye twitched slightly, and before Evan could even fathom it, Joe pulled the knife on him, pressing against the grain of light hairs against his neck. "DONT- don't," he said quietly, "I'm not a creep ok," Joe let out a small angry laugh, "you think your threats work? Please, your father is retired with a beer belly, I'm sure with that memory of his, he forgets to put pants on regularly," Joe was looming over his legs, holding the knife against his throat a little harder, "look, I just want to.. I know you've been friends with Ella.. for a long time, man to man, I just want to know about her, on a personal level, things she's not going to share with some bookkeeper," Joe huffed. whilst her apartment was easy enough to break into, her mind wasn't. She was guarded, and even Joe could charm his way in.
He moved back, using his free hand to push off the man. "Fine," he sighed, looking around before pulling Evans phone out of his pocket. It was the first thing he took really.
His tongue clicking, "ooh, Layla, pretty, she's pretty, saw you sucking her face off at that posh bookstore," he sniffed, "it reminded me of a grand piano, but, like, a gross one..to minimalistic," he muttered, going through the text messages he and her exchanged.
"You know, it would be awful if something happened to Layla," Joe muttered, throwing evans phone to the floor and using his shoe to smash the screen, picking it up and tossing it into Ella's box that had been sitting on the table farthest from them both.
"Now, im going to ask you again- will you stop," Joe huffed, watching as the rope started to rip the suede chair Evan was tied to. "That's a vintage chair," he muttered, "oh, one sec," he smiled, turning and going back out through to the counter space in the corner of Mr Mooneys basement. Going through an cupboard before pulling out a syringe. He squirted it slightly before turning in his feel and casually coming to stand back in front of Evan, "this baby makes your body feel like Jelly for a few hours," he smirked, not hesitating to stick it into the man's neck.
Waiting a second before untying the man's legs and arms, leaving him to limp down the chair.
"Now, are you ready to talk? Because I'm sure Layla wouldn't appreciate the surprised visit, would she?" He sighed, growing slightly impatient of the man.
