Behind City Hall, Friday night

[demonbelthazor]

Bel stalked out of the dance and walked behind the building. He took off his coat and dropped it on the ground, then lit up a cigarette and waited for Logan to come out, unless he chickened out.

This was gonna feel good.

Comments

[fh_jackass]

Logan strolled out of the dance and shucked his own jacket, tossing it on a nearby bench. "Those thing'll kill you," he said.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel dropped the cigarette and ground it out. "That's just your wishful thinking talking," he said.

[fh_jackass]

Logan circled around Bel, taking a fighter's stance. "What fun would that be?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Fun?" Bel said, watching Logan's every movement. "No, this is gonna be fun. Listening to your bones break, hearing you whimper in pain? Yeah, that's fun."

[fh_jackass]

"I knew that 'good guy' act was a load of bullshit," Logan said.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel grinned. "Just for you," he said. "Nothing wrong with beating the crap out of a jackass like you."

[fh_jackass]

"Lotta talking, no action," Logan said.

[demonbelthazor]

"You want action, I'll give you action," Bel snarled. His fist shot out toward Logan's face.

[fh_jackass]

Logan was expecting the blow. He ducked down and aimed a punch at Bel's gut.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel twisted to avoid the punch. He snapped back around, this time throwing an uppercut at Logan's jaw.

[fh_jackass]

Logan tried to dodge again, but Bel's fist caught the edge of his jaw. He swore and dove forward, tackling Bel around the waist.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel staggered backwards until he hit the wall, smacking the back of his head against it. He planted his hands on Logan's shoulders and tried to reverse their positions, attempting to pin Logan against the wall instead.

[fh_jackass]

Logan struggled, but Bel managed to pin him. Logan lifted his right foot and attempted to slam it into the side of Bel's knee.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel grunted in pain, but didn't let Logan go. He moved his arm to try to pin it across Logan's throat.

Spectator-ing

[nadiathesaint]

It was getting seriously warm in the dance, so Nadia stepped outside to cool down for a bit before continuing to try for the "more than half the songs" extra credit.

So of course she noticed the fight.

She stood back and watched, quietly rooting for whoever might be against Bel.

Re: Spectator-ing

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

After the fight, Walter wandered over to Nadia, grinning. That had been highly therapeutic.

Re: Spectator-ing

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia gave Walter a knowing look. "Fun?"

Re: Spectator-ing

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Best. Night. Ever."

Re: Spectator-ing

[nadiathesaint]

"And you barely even had to hit them. I'm impressed."

Re: Spectator-ing

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter cut a short bow for the compliment. "I didn't want to be the one in jail tonight. That would have been rude to you."

Re: Spectator-ing

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shrugged. "I would have defended you. But I appreciate that."

Re: Spectator-ing

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"So." He finished his cigarette and ground the butt under his shoe. "Shall we go have more of that spiked punch or take a stroll that might get us back to the dorm at some point?"

Re: Spectator-ing

[nadiathesaint]

"I think we've handwavily covered all my duties as TA and princess. Let's walk."

Re: Spectator-ing

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Brilliant." He held out an arm for her to take before walking out of Bel's journal away.

For reference

[fh_jackass]

Continued from here.