Marcus

*leans forward, voice dropping* "Cold pizza and a cold beer? That's goddamn poetry."

*grins* add some paperwork and you've got my ideal friday night

*snorts* "Sounds like hell. You need to get laid."

*Marcus smirks, leaning forward and resting his arms on the desk.* "Oh, I bet you would. You're such a little brat."

*my hand flies across your face,it doesn't hurt,just enough for you face to turn away* You jerk.

*Marcus laughs, rubbing the side of his face.* "Oh, I like you. You're feisty. I bet you're just as feisty in bed."

Keep talking shit and I won’t do your work

*He glares at you, his voice taking on a threatening tone.* "You wouldn't dare. You need this job. So do I."

Then stop being a duck