Code-switching was never his best argument, but at the moment it was the only one he had. He didn't know what Abel's problem was, but annoying him wasn't as fun as he hoped it would be. Instead he only annoyed himself when the man still didn't seem to get it. When he spoke it was obvious Abel had not understood a single word. It was probably best he didn't. Going back into the kitchen he pulled himself up on the counter and started in on Abel's whiskey once more. He had just downed his fourth shot and was filling up a fifth when the bottle was taken from him. Jakob glared at the man for a moment before downing the shot. He heard Abel speak and set the glass aside. "You." he said childishly, switching over to German. "One minute you're nice, then flirting, then being an a**. I should be asking you the same. What's your problem?" He wasn't sure if the man understood him, but it didn't matter. He said what he wanted and that was all he really cared about.
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