Shane Brickland brought the mic to his mouth, leaning forward like a man who'd been itching to speak for the past hour.
He glanced at the crowd, at Damon, then back to the crowd again as the cheering continued. His expression was a mix of disbelief and irritation.
"Come on, you guys," he muttered, waving a hand. "This guy makes one cupcake-ass joke and you all lose your minds like it's the second coming of fucking Ncgyver."
Some boos came his way, but he wasn't fazed. He pointed right back at them.
"Yeah, yeah—boo me, I know. You boo the guy who says what you're too soft to admit. Fuckin' figures."
He shifted in his seat and stared at Damon, speaking into the mic without breaking eye contact.
