Vic, along with the rest of the group, immediately turned their attention to Billy after his outburst, the air in the cafeteria thickening with tension.
"What's up, Billy boy?" Vic asked casually, rising from his seat. His movements were relaxed, his usual smirk playing on his lips as he stretched out his hand for a handshake, seemingly unfazed by the sudden hostility.
Billy's eyes narrowed. "Are you mocking me, man?" he hissed, refusing to acknowledge the hand stretched toward him, his jaw tight with frustration.
Vic's smile faltered slightly as he realized the handshake wasn't happening. Slowly, he withdrew his hand, sliding it into his pocket with a shrug, trying to diffuse the situation. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Billy boy," he said, his voice deliberately calm, yet carrying a hint of mockery beneath the surface.