(Why thank you, love. I'm just...trying to stay realistic. :3)
Jake rolled his eyes at Billy. "What the hell do you know about my shoulder? How the hell do you think I knew what to do, dumb ass?" He asked and flipped Billy off before sighing and getting a stick and his knife. "Yeah, I've got a bad temper. At least I could control it. If I couldn't, you'd have a bullet in your chest, and I'd probably have one in mine too." He nodded and sat down, carving in the stick.