"Gee, sorry to be a fucking inconvenience to you." Even angry and disoriented the obscenity sounds unnatural coming out of his mouth, but he's not about to hold back at this point. Jesus, at least the buyer had looked like the kind of sleazebag he is, but this guy... if Josh just spotted him in the street he knows he'd never have seen anything but a mild mannered, kind of hot older business man. He knows it's irrational, but that doesn't stop it from being frustrating.

He glances at the ginger ale and then away, he's not taking anything from this bastard, and if anything he's sort of tempted to just give in to the way his stomach's rolling. It's a petty and pointless revenge, but tempting... if it weren't for how much he hates throwing up. "Oh that's really special, coming from a guy who just sold a kid to one of the biggest perverts in town as a sex slave!" And he does push himself unsteadily up now, hoping the movement will distract from the tears that are pricking at the corners of his eyes... banking that the guy won't just shoot him because that'll create a mess to clean up and probably attract attention, no matter how good the sound proofing in this place is.