32nd Inning

[freakinblur]

[There's something going on outside 1451 Mitchell today! Two people, specifically Scout and Ema Skye, are sitting at a card table at what looks to be a lemonade stand. Except it's not a lemonade stand. There's a hastily-made, messy sign hanging up front reading "DELICIOUS HOMEMADE LIQ DRINKS, 5 CENTS". There's several pitchers and cups out on the table filled with questionable liquids. There's a very, very strong smell of booze coming from them. And the two manning the table are giggling like maniacs because they're drunk as skunks.

So what do you say, Mayfield? Care to find out what the hell is going on? Do you approach?]

_{[[Posting order - you > Scout > Ema. I'll be scarce tonight but I'll be definitely on top of tags tomorrow!]]}

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[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Dist's reflexes aren't the best currently, due mostly to the medication he's on, so the punch easily lands. He yelps and claps a hand over the bandage on his face; the hit caused it to ache sharply in addition to the pain of getting punched in the face.]

You wretched little-- aah!

[Two on one, that's no fair! Dist isn't heavy; he's knocked easily over, although once he's down he starts to claw frantically at Ema's face.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Hey hey HEY. You guys! Watch the merchandise! [The fight momentarily forgotten, he lazily gestures at the table and all the spilled booze.

Then he looks down at the ensuing catfight.]

Oh yeah. Get 'im Ema!

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

[Ema grabs for the hands clawing at her face. Upon realizing that her hands are no longer free to hit him back, she does the next best thing her drunken mind can come up with.

She headbutts him.]

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Dist lets out another startled yelp, momentarily blinded. He recovers quickly though, probably more quickly than would be expected from him.]

Y-you--! If you broke my nose you will pay for it!

[Being pinned to the ground, he is at something of a disadvantage; he jerks on his hands, attempting to free them, and when that doesn't work he leans up and bites into her arm, hopefully startling her enough to get her to release him.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Alright, that's your bro you're biting there Dist. He's scrambling around to you two now and attempting to pull you apart.]

Hey hey, that's enough outta you, pally!

[That's directed at you, Dist. *Obviously* this is all your fault.]

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

[Between the force of her own headbutt and Dist biting at her arm, Ema does in fact release his hands... only to be yanked back by Scout as he moves in to separate them. Since that makes the most sense--Ema's lighter and on top of him.

Just because she can't hit him doesn't mean she can't scream at him, however.]

You're lucky I didn't stick my fingers into that bandaged eye of yours! That would have showed you!

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

You insulted me! I'm not going to just let you insult me with no consequences!

[He scrambles to his feet, reaching up and gingerly touching his nose. It hurts but doesn't feel broken, though there is a small trickle of blood running down his upper lip.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout's wobbling a bit on his feet. He pokes you roughly on the shoulder.]

We're just tryin' ta run a business here, chucklehead! We didn't need ya ruinin' a good time.

[To Ema:]

Ya alright there, kiddo?

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

Kiddo? I'm older than you.

[Ema feels along her face. Dist got some good scratches in, one of which drew blood, and her head smarts a bit from the ill-thought-out headbutt. However, nothing seems especially serious.] But I think I'm okay... just need a towel and something to wash my face with...

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

I can't believe you people are blaming me for this! You insulted me first! Is that your idea of running a business?!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[You're arguing with 2 very drunk people here. Good luck.]

Hey, it was a... [He searches for the words, then pronounces them very carefully]... legitimate misunderstandin'. Now's everyone gonna be nice 'r am I gonna have ta hit ya again?

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

Yeah! So buzz off already! You're scaring our not-crazy customers away!

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Dist snarled and lunged for Ema, clawing at her face.]

Crazy?! I am not crazy!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout may be drunk, but he's still fast, and he's grabbing you by the collar, Dist. He pulls you back from Ema roughly, throwing you to the ground. He does not look happy.]

Man, you are so freakin' lucky I'm unarmed! Get the hell outta here!

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

[This time Ema just yelps and covers her face, more interested in disengaging and getting him to go the fuck away than with fighting him back. She's crossed the threshold from anger to fear by now, mostly brought on by the fact that he's still attacking her after they plainly told him to leave.]

Yes, you are! Stop it!

[Thankfully, Scout has fast reflexes and a short temper. Ema retreats back behind the stand itself.]

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

Stop insulting me!

[He gets to his feet with a scowl, but he doesn't advance on Ema again.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout gets in front of Dist, to block him from going back to Ema.]

Are ya gonna get outta here or am I gonna have ta punch yer other eye out!?

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

Foul little...

[But he does turn to go, not particularly wanting to get hit again. He will not be forgetting this, though.]