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She stilled in her seat, giving no obvious reaction to the crude joke he’d told one too many times, more often than not, at her expense, though this time it was told to her at someone else’s expense, like some sort of nasty private joke; silent disapproval was all she found herself able to offer up.
She wanted nothing more than to bite his bloated head clean off, to tell the grown-ass man to fuck off and leave her alone; the semi-crowded space they currently occupied wasn’t the right place nor did it contain the correct company for such harsh words to be exchanged, though in her mind the timing couldn’t have been more ripe, it was long overdue.
Instead, she bit her tongue, again.
If it was to let the man save face amongst his peers, her own cowardice when it came to direct confrontations, or perhaps the undeniable knowledge that lashing out because of one such event would make her seem crazed in the face of people that had not been privy to the prior ones that had occurred over the span of several weeks, she herself couldn’t quite discern which one it was, if it was due to one reason or the other, or perhaps if it was a mix of them all.
Regardless of the fact, she hated her own choice as much as an innate part of her understood the necessity of it; the man had continued to tether on the line of the what was considered appropriate, never really crossing that boundary which would justify a reaction from her.
So she didn’t react; she curbed her own highly-reactive nature much like a squad of trained professionals might have had to cooperate together to be able to pin down a rabid animal without the use of tranquilizers, in other words, one mishap and the entire operation would go to hell.
No flames were left in her wake this time around, no carnage, no proper destruction…
..but she couldn’t help but question, what about the next time?
What about then?
