Simplicity x.x.x.x [Sherlock]

[Sherlock Kennedy]

Sherlock put an arm around Jon. "Dude... The most beautiful is obvious. Mrs. Butterworth's Indestructible Bombshelter. Duh."

He said with a smile.

"You're my new buddy. I like you. You're like a snake. I like snakes."

[jonathangrant]

Jon lost his temper with her. Damn the three vodka shots.
"So, do you spray everyone that comes into your vision with grade-school insults? No wonder you're still single. Jees-us Christ! Fine, be a fucking asshole, go ahead- even my friggin sister's got a bigger chance of getting layed in her life than you!" he spat.
"Ok, mr. sherry- brace yourself- we're making the stage!"
He whirred around on his heels and stomped off.

[Sherlock Kennedy]

"Me thinks he likes you."

Sherlock said stupidly as Jon walked away pissed off.

"He doesn't seem too bad."

He shrugged and followed the angry teenager, a dumb grin on his face.

"What're we goin' to play, huh? Will it be awesome?"

[jonathangrant]

"I'm up for anything," replied the angry Jonathan, "as long as it disses the feminists."
He flung a drunken teenager out of his way and, moving like a bulldozer, made his way to the stage, throwing people in all directions.
"Gah, Sherry- you really ought to be taught the way of things- you oughtn't mix with dirty mudbloods like her- especially if they are obsitnate to getting layed."

[Sherlock Kennedy]

Sherlock blinked.

"Mud-Blood? a half-blood?"

He shook his head. His buzz snapped. His brows straightened and tilted his head, his neck cracking.

"Mud-blood, eh?"

He laughed, his voice angry.

"Let me tell you something about Mud-bloods."

He made a fist, it cracked. His left eyes closed, his right eye dilated.

"We don't like bein' called that named."

He grabbed Jon by the back of his shirt and pulled him back to him.

[jonathangrant]

Although Jon was impressingly perceiving, it would be honest of us to say that he didn't see that coming. Fortunately, being a squib, he could control his body movements quite well, and had soon sent the drunk and clumsy Sherry to the floor.
He turned around and hoisted him up by the collar of his shirt.
"Now you," he grunted, "you listen to me- if you want a brawl, you go to that bitch and have it with her. I will NOT be seen in this. And now, up, my sweet."
He let go of the gasping guitarist.

[Sherlock Kennedy]

Sherlock was caught off guard by this. Being as intoxicated as he was, anything would've caught him off guard.

Alright, it's cool. Take a breathe.

He opened his left eye and grabbed the arm belonging to the hand holding him by the collar.

"Oi! Snakey!"

He shifted his weight and flung his opposition to ground and looked down at him.

"Tell ya what. Say you're sorry to the girl, and I'll not break any of your bones. You look too delicate to be tryin' to fight."

He took a breath and nearly faltered. He was light headed, the beer was stronger here than it was back home.

[Ashlei Soudai]

Oh what do you know! She had been right. He was a sleaze. She glared at him, and didn't do anything to stop the two once she saw them getting into a brawl, which she usually did stop fights. She stood up, lying out the coins for her drinks and the drink she had bought Sherry then walked into the crowded dance floor and sinked into the shadows like a quiet little bird. Sitting herself down in a dark booth, where she could lay her dizzy head back against the wall, with her legs swung up onto the cushioned bench under her. Facing the dance floor, she tugged on bronze curls rather blankly.

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[jonathangrant]

Jon continued on his way to the stage, throwing dirty looks at complete strangers, letting his anger seep through his pale skin. Gah. Nothing was going good today. Let's just hope that that bastard isn't too drunk to do the right chords on his giant violin.

[Sherlock Kennedy]

Sherlock followed him onto the stage and straightened his vest. "This is going to be a f*ckin' duet. Got it? I expect you to have a good soft voice."