Ryker scoffed as he listened to the tangent from the kid named Chronus. He couldn't help but eye him up and down with a slight glare as he went off the women. He sounded like one of the sons for a family he worked for briefly. It didn't matter much money their parents just willing handed over, they wanted more. Ryker had known first hand the children were buying drugs, he usually participated in the recreational activity with them, and if it wasn't for the line of cocaine his bosses had walked in on him doing he'd probably still have a job with them. It made Ryker physically sick to know that this guy felt entitled. His music held more value then the very house they stood inside? He found it difficult to believe.

He walked over to Chronus and stared daggers into the boys eyes. [color=teal]"Obviously they know you care a great deal about that garbage. Missing music. That's what your self righteous heart desired? I guess when everything is handed to you by mommy and daddy nothing else really matters. You don't need to stay here if you'd rather sit on your ass and continue living the life you were handed. You're dressed head to toe in what I can only assume is some kind of designer brand, while the rest of us look like we've been starved out or digging clothes from the waste bins. You said it yourself, you don't need the money so just leave,"[/color] he paused and snatched the papers from his hands looking it over, [color=teal]"Moonlit Ball. You're seeping with entitled arrogance. Are these supposed to be your story? The fantastic life of Mr. Woe Is Me." [/color]

Ryker let the papers fall to the floor as he glanced around the room. He hadn't meant to cause the scene, but it was too late now. He looked at his feet embarrassed by his own actions. He was usually less confrontational but for some reason Chronus pushed his buttons. It wasn't intentionally, but it happened either way. He was mentally kicking himself for possibly getting himself kicked out of the job before it'd even started. The money was something he needed especially if ever planed to find out who his father really was. He looked back up to Chronus opening his mouth to apologize, but failing to find the words. He'd done it once again and lived up to the reputation people always gave him.

[color=teal]"I was out of line,"[/color] he turned to face Nina now, trying to avoid the eyes of everybody else, [color=teal]"I hope this doesn't effect my spot here. Unlike Chronus over here, I actually need whatever money you can offer." [/color]