Whitefish River You got to make me

The night was welcome. It meant that he probably wouldn't have to deal with anyone, he could probably avoid people... He could be angry in peace. Once he was able to sort out his feelings, he could go back to his pack and not talk about it for quite a while. Hell, and if Cupid changed his mind and came back, hopefully by then Mal would be in a better mode. Only problem was, once the reasonable sorts of people home asleep, the ones that were left weren't exactly ones Mal wanted to come across.

Of all the idiots out there, this was the one that showed up?  His lips peeled back and he uttered a growl. He was not wanting to deal with her again -- if she could go fall off the planet, that'd be nice. Not interested, he said flatly, turning slightly away, keeping her in periphery (zero trust, gee), but any direction away from her was a good one. She needed to go grow up or at least go find someone else to bug other than Mal and his pack.