12; :|

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Well then, Mr. Hunt. I do believe last night's events proved me right. Don't bother disputing them - you know as well as I who came out the victorious one.

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[didorothy]

[raises his eyebrows for a moment, and then sighs]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Hmmm, Mr. Tyler? Do you have something to say?

[didorothy]

You're both idiots.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

He challenged me, Mr. Tyler. I wasn't about to let him off so easily.

[he grins widely]

Offended? Hurt?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

You won over my dead body you bloody bastard.

[didorothy]

I hope you're referring to his reaction, not mine.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

You do seem a bit bothered at the fact he and I continue to remain in contact.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Mr. Hunt, no amount of arguing will defend you. I beat you without even trying, and you know it.

[didorothy]

I'm not.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Don't lie to me.

[he growls just a bit, stepping forward and into Sam's space]

I can smell it on you.

[didorothy]

Really? I didn't realise kittens could do that.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[and this is the Master fiercely backhanding Sam - hard. very hard]

You need to remember your place, Mr. Tyler. Your manners as well.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Bullshit. You were pissed long before I even felt it.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

That's a lie and you know it. You could barely keep hold of your own drink before I even felt the slightest bit intoxicated.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Which is why you were feelin' up every bloke in the bar and singing showtunes, you bleedin' faerie.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[and this is an offended snort]

I did no such thing.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[quirks a brow] That nasty lump on your skull is telling otherwise, Cleo.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[and he continues to act as if he is right and Gene is wrong :|]

Bumped my head on the way home.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

On what? Air? You don't even have a bloody tree to run into you div, don't give me that. You ran into someone's fist and I hope to God it was mine.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Savannas have trees, you bloody idiot, just not the same as those you would find in Manchester. So I assure you, you are the one mistaken.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't matter: you're too short to hit a branch, anyway.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Neither could you, Mr. Hunt, seeing as we're the same bloody height.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

And I don't bosh my head on trees you ponce. So who'd you come to fists with? Roberto Duran?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Trees in the savanna are shorter, cretin.

No. Mr. Duran gets to keep his victory streak - I fought with no one. The only likely candidate would be you, and you were drunk enough where you couldn't have hit a brick wall with your Cortina.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't know: I live in civilisation, Chiquita.

[have an incredulous stare, Master] Depends. Are you in the Cortina when I ram it into the wall? [sighs, rubbing his nose, then his back...and pauses. whaaaat are these bumps? they feel like...scratches?] ...the hell...?