"Yes." Todrick says flatly, in a way that implies he finds the whole thing just as stupid and ridiculous. Yet, he's loyal enough to keep trying to stop this guy from getting in, because he's not budging from the doorway.

He's never really been violently accosted before, in such a desperate attempt to fuck the worm. Most people just come here, get their jollies from harassing him and leave.

So, he totally doesn't expect that bottle to the head, and he goes down like a shittily constructed house of cards under a light breeze. He grunts in distress and props himself up, using one hand to gingerly touch the side of his head and wince.

"What the fuck was that for?"