“You fucked her. You bastard.”
He tightens his fingers; the others pounce, drag Dirk off, and Kai rubs the red marks on his throat as Dirk struggles.
He walks up, gets right in his face.
“You gonna choose her over the band?”
Face to face. He’s serious. And by the way his eyes widen, Dirk knows it.
Push it - and leave.
Dirk looks away. The others let him go, but Kai catches his arm.
“Her - or the band?”
The expression is one of defeat; Kai smiles. He wins.