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Clancy A. Fitch; ACHILLES ([info]bigheel) wrote in [info]thereincarnates,
@ 2011-04-04 01:12:00

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Entry tags:clancy fitch, quinn kho

Who: Clancy Fitch and Quinn Kho, plus a bunch of angry biker NPCs
Where: Los Angeles, California
When: April 3, 2011, 10 or 11 o'clock
What: If you can't fight a proper war, start a bar brawl?
Rating: Uhhh, PG-13/R, as a guess?


Although he'd never admit it, Clancy had come to depend upon Quinn's willingness to go out and get into trouble. Where the reincarnate war had become a disappointment (and his day job was certainly a disappointment), she was reliable. He knew where he stood with her: Hector hated his guts and she would give him hell as a matter of reflex, but they'd be honest with each other. Always. If you weren't afraid of conflict, there was no real reason to lie.

And, well. They shared a certain outlook on life. If you were going to fight, fight. Enough of this screwing around.

So, Clancy was wearing a smug little grin as he hopped off the MTN and walked the few blocks to the agreed-upon dive. There were plenty of battlefields in a city the size of LA, and Clancy had chosen a location based upon the hardiness of the patrons and general availability of pool cues, which had a similar shape and heft to a spear. He was admittedly excited about the prospect of squaring off against some angry bikers. He hadn't been in a good fight in what, weeks?

The place was dim and busy. Perfect. Clancy would've stood out even if he hadn't been a black button-down in a sea of tee-shirts; at 6'3", he had at least a head on half of the guys in the room. Once there, he went straight for the bar, ordered the beer on tap, and waited. He didn't have to look for Quinn. He'd stand there looking like a sore thumb and she could find him.


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[info]notwithoutglory
2011-04-04 06:45 am UTC (link)
The idea of a fight, a real fight, had her in a better mood than she'd been able to muster in days. There was something refreshing about knowing exactly how the evening would end. She wouldn't have to dance around or bow to anyone elses wishes. She was going to beat the crap out of a bunch of dudes who probably outweighed her by about a hundred pounds. Life was good.

She'd gotten hung up at the Miami MTN office, putting her a couple of minutes behind schedule. Of course, she'd taken time to properly prepare herself as bar fight bait as well. Her hair was back and secured tightly, just in case someone decided that pulling on it was a good way to win a fight. In snug shorts and a snugger top, she was bound to stand out in the crowd. Which was exactly what she was aiming for. It was hard to start a fight when you blended in with the crowd.

Slipping in to the bar, she took a quick glance around, getting the lay of the land. It wasn't a huge space, and it was packed with a lot of dudes in leather jackets sporting beards that didn't look like they'd been trimmed in the last year. She was practically giddy. Clancy was easy to pick out, looking completely relaxed despite the looks being shot his way. Ignoring the men that had stepped in for a closer look at her she made her way straight to him.

"You look like you're having a great time already." Propping her elbows on the bar, she leaned back and kept an eye on the crowd. When the bartender wandered their way, she ordered whatever it was he was having before glancing up at him. She'd always been tall for a woman, but she practically had to crane her neck to look him in the eye. "So. How are we doing this?"

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[info]bigheel
2011-04-04 06:59 am UTC (link)
"This is going to take almost no goading at all." Clancy was clearly pleased. He was almost beaming behind his pint glass at the thought of stirring up the crowd. "I think all I'd have to do is bump that guy."

He tipped his head ever so slightly, just enough to indicate a short but very burly fellow over by one of the pool tables. "He'd take offense. I'd say something appropriately callous. Then it would be on. Or, if you wanted to start it off, we could try a grab-and-stab."

Yes. Clancy had a term for the 'bait with short-shorts, wait for someone to try to grab Quinn, then punch' scheme. It would've bothered him more if he hadn't been sure Quinn could look out for herself. Clancy wasn't much of a gentleman and Achilles was even less of one, but neither much liked the idea of using bait unless the 'bait' could fight back.

"It's up to you. I'm sure I could say something suitably offensive and obnoxious to the short guy, and then we could kick this party into gear."

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[info]notwithoutglory
2011-04-04 07:28 am UTC (link)
The term 'grab-and-stab' made her laugh. This wasn't the first time they'd played this particular game. They both needed to blow off steam on occasion, and if they weren't fighting each other, at least they could fight unsuspecting strangers. There were a number of different tactics that they'd come up with in the past years. Not surprising, since she loved strategy almost as much as she loved getting to pummel some guy who called her 'sweetheart'. Scott was right, she was a woman of simple tastes. Odd ones, sure. But simple.

She tapped a finger to her chin thoughtfully, giving the bartender a smile as he slid her drink to her. Being properly fortified against the impending asskicking was important. Meaning she wasn't opposed to having a light buzz going by the time fists started flying. It only made her happier. She took a long drink before she made up her mind. "Go for it. I haven't heard you insult anyone who wasn't me in awhile."

Now all there was left to do was enjoy the show. That is, until one of short guy's friends stepped in, but she would have that more than covered. There wasn't a single man here even close to her in size. They were in for one hell of a surprise. "Watch your balls. That one looks like he fights dirty."

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[info]bigheel
2011-04-04 01:04 pm UTC (link)
For a few moments, Clancy was silent. This was half to work out strategy, and half to finish off the drink he'd purchased. Hey. He'd passed a perfectly good five to the bartender for the honor of drinking that beer.

Right. Insult time. "I'll try to make it a good one." Clancy lifted his fingers to his forehead in a little salute, tilted his shoulders toward Quinn in what might have been the start of a bow, and turned to go pick a fight.

He waited until the tough, stocky guy was bent over to line up a shot and then started toward him, swaying ever so slightly with feigned inebriation. He was aimed in the direction of the dartboards, but he never made it there - his elbow collided with the stranger's shoulder mid-shot. As predicted, the biker whirled (still holding the pool cue) and got in Clancy's face.

Or, rather, as close to Clancy's face as a 5'10" fellow could get.

"What the fuck, man?" The biker growled. "If you can't walk, sit your stupid ass down."

"Oh, please," Clancy shot back, a condescending grin plastered wide across his face. "It's not as if you even know what to do with your stick." He let that sink in. Then, for good measure, "Do you always hold it that way?"

And it was on. The biker swung the pool cue, but Clancy was ready and caught the thing with both hands. Instead of pulling, he twisted clockwise and yanked the object free. Now he was armed, and the opposition wasn't. Game time. Around the bar, the impending fight was drawing attention. People moved forward - whether to jump in or break it up was anyone's guess.

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[info]notwithoutglory
2011-04-04 11:18 pm UTC (link)
She sent him on his way with a delicate little finger wave. It was impossible for her to keep the grin off her face as he stumbled over to the most likely target, bumping him with inpeccable timing. There probably wasn't anyone else in the world who put as much thought and effort in to starting a bar brawl. They had a special hobby.

That didn't take long at all. While she tried not to laugh, the stocky biker took a swing at Clancy. She liked to watch him fight, especially when he wasn't fighting her. Too bad she couldn't be the concerned audience for long. Biker boy's friends were starting to growl and edge in closer. That was her cue. No way was Clancy going to have all the fun.

She wandered over to the pool table, putting herself firmly between the ongoing scuffle and a few leather clad reinforcements. Propping her hip against the side of said pool table, she gave them a winning smile. "Now now. Not thinking of stepping in, are you? That would hardly make it a fair fight." Although it would weigh the odds in their favor a little. Still, there was no way this was going to be anything close to fair. "Give your friend there the honor of a one-on-one. We're all men here, I'm sure he'd understand." That promted the guy in front to give her a quick once over, proving that they were not, in fact, all men there.

"Outta my way, girlie." Quinn rolled her eyes as he bumped past, one hand slowly wrapping around a pool cue. She took one step back, putting herself between them again. "I want you to remember that I gave you a chance, mmkay?" Ramming the stick in to his stomach, she pivoted, knocking him on the back of the neck when he doubled over from the first blow. Bracing herself, she waited for the next idiot to come forward. Somewhere in the back of the room, glass broke. Other patrons were getting in to the spirit of things.

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[info]bigheel
2011-04-05 12:24 am UTC (link)
Clancy was enjoying himself more than was strictly polite. Then again, there was nothing polite about goading a man into a brawl and then beating him with his own pool cue.

Now that he had the weapon in hand, Clancy spun it and held it like a spear, larger end out. Then he jabbed forward. The biker had been expecting his opponent to use the wooden stick more like a staff or a very long baseball bat, and the stabbing motion caught him off-guard. The larger end caught him square in the face and sent him reeling back.

"Pathetic," Clancy barked. "Please. Tell me someone can do better."

Two someones stepped forward, aiming to tag-team. Grinning like a fool, Clancy turned the cue and let the men flank him. They thought to rush or box him in. Clancy thought they were in perfect position for a one-two jab from his makeshift 'spear.'

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[info]notwithoutglory
2011-04-05 02:38 am UTC (link)
The guy that she had hit with her cue stumbled around for a second before turning on her, a mixture of astonishment and anger clearly written on his face. It didn't take him long to decide that this wasn't something he was going to stand for. He charged, his head going down like he was a line backer. If he'd managed to hit Quinn, she would have gone down in a heap. But what she lacked in strength she made up for in speed. At the last second she ducked, jamming her pool cue neatly between his legs at knee level. It was a glorious sight to watch him go down, face first in to a chair.

She spun the stick lazily in her hands. The men were giving them both a wider berth now, though one brave soul grabbed a pool cue and waved it at her menacingly. She shifted slightly, putting her back to the battle Clancy was waging and hoping that he wouldn't let any aspiring hero knock her in the back of the head while she was distracted. The man with the cue raised it high, apparently hoping to brain her with it. She deflected the strike easily enough, then struck him hard in the chest with hers. As the air wheezed out of his lungs, she jerked up, rapping him square in the chin. Down he went as well.

During the slight lull, she turned over her shoulder and smiled at Clancy. "Bored yet?"

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[info]bigheel
2011-04-05 03:17 am UTC (link)
The two fellows who'd come up to flank Clancy were expecting another spear-jab and thought they were ready for it. One approached with hands held defensively in front of him, edging forward to try and block or grab the cue. He wasn't much of a threat, but Clancy let him think he had some sort of advantage, for the 'Greek' kept jabbing the cue at him as if to hold him off. 'Back, back,' the lion-tamer gesture said.

The other waited until Clancy appeared to be watching the first, then rushed in.

The lion-taming had been a feint - Clancy waited for the second man to come in swinging and whirled to drive the other end of the stick into his side. Then he stepped backwards. Pain doubled the second guy over and momentum carried him into the first. (This was why you didn't flank, fellas, unless you had a better plan than 'rush him.') They both toppled back onto the pool table.

"I have to admit, I'd expected a higher quality of hooligan. At least when I'm fighting you I know there's a chance you could possibly kick my ass."

Yes, Quinn, that was a compliment. Kind of.

"But I don't know if I'd say 'bored.' That guy's expression as you tripped him up was worth the trip."

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[info]notwithoutglory
2011-04-05 04:18 am UTC (link)
"Seriously. Where's the challenge?" Fighting in any form was exhilarating, but all she was doing here was teaching some heavy handed thugs a lesson in respect. They really should have known better than to underestimate a pair of strangers who came in off the street. You never know who or what they might be carrying around with them. Mundanes. They never learned.

She grinned, fondly recalling said look. "The bigger they are, the harder they fall. And that guy fell like a fucking stone." Said guy was still sprawled on the floor, a trip hazard to the people gathering around to watch or debate joining in. People seemed hesitant to jump in to the fray now that she and Clancy had already displayed their ass kicking skills. It was a shame, really. She was hoping for some more reckless idiots.

Ah, there was one now. He'd snatched a broken beer bottle, and at well over a head taller than her, it looked like she might be evenly matched. However, he hadn't spent the last six years of his life training to be a Trojan warrior. She danced from side to side and waited for him to get in close, the broken glass held in front of him. As soon as he went to strike, she smacked him on the wrist with one end of the cue, then rammed the other end in to his throat. He went down gasping.

Through the dingy windows, red and blue lights flashed a warning. That hadn't taken long. Sighing, she gave Clancy a poke in the ribs with her mock spear. "Time to go, hotshot."

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[info]bigheel
2011-04-05 04:43 am UTC (link)
"Already?" Clancy's eyebrows scaled his forehead. "That was fast. I like these cops."

But he wasn't going to fight them. He'd spent enough nights in jail that week Achilles had taken over. Clancy didn't much care for the idea of a close look at the inside of a California cell. He handed his pool cue to the nearest onlooker, as if he were bestowing a great gift and not tricking the poor fool into smearing all of the fingerprints.

"I've just armed you. In medieval times, that would've made you a knight."

The guy looked totally confused, like he was torn between walloping the tall brawler with his relinquished pool cue and backing the heck away from the crazy man. After a moment's thought, the biker went for the latter option.

"Out the back?" Clancy asked Quinn, but he didn't stop to think about it or to wait for an okay. He just started walking with the assumption that the crowd would part for them. They did just take out a half a dozen guys on their own.

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[info]notwithoutglory
2011-04-05 05:00 am UTC (link)
She'd taken two steps before she had to stop to look at Clancy. "Wait. We can knight people now?" With a wide grin, she tossed the pool cue to the nearest baffled onlooker. "Here. You can be a knight too. May you ever serve the beautiful city of Troy, defending her from all enemies. Including him." She pointed at her current partner in crime. All the man just stared at her. Obviously he didn't realize what a rare honor he'd just received.

Nodding, she followed him out. No one tried to stop them, although a few of the braver souls muttered angrily at their sudden departure. As they stepped through the back door, the front one slammed open, admitting a small wave of surprised cops. At least they wouldn't be going to jail tonight. Any more notes on her criminal record, and she was going to have even more hell finding another job.

Outside, she gave a slow, happy spin. Tonight had been a success, and she felt about a hundred pounds lighter for it. Things were so much simpler when they were reduced to beating anyone who offended you with a stick. "You know, bikers talk an awful lot of smack. That was easier than it should have been." Grinning, she angled them toward the street. It wouldn't be a long walk back to the MTN office. "I'm not even scuffed."

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[info]bigheel
2011-04-05 05:14 am UTC (link)
"You're a king. I'm a king. I don't see why we couldn't knight people."

Yes. The brawlers were now having a very strange conversation on the way out of the bar. "Although, Prince, I'm going to suggest that you find better defenders. These guys suck." And that was it. Exit the instigators, enter the police. The timing was perfect.

"Didn't anyone land a punch? That's disappointing. I'm going to have to find a better biker bar next time. I expected the first few to topple pretty easy, but usually they get smarter when they realize you know what you're doing." Sigh. Clancy tucked his hands into the pockets of his jacket, but he was cheerful in spite of the lack of competent opponents. "You know, I once toyed with the idea of a career in pro wrestling. Then I realized it was all fake. I'm not sure there are any real fights out there any more. You know what we need? A Tyler Durden."

Apparently they'd reached the 'confessional' portion of the evening, and Clancy wasn't even drunk.

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[info]notwithoutglory
2011-04-05 05:42 am UTC (link)
"It's what we get for being reduced to fighting drunks and losers." She sighed dramatically. There wasn't any challenge here. At least during the war there had been other reincarnates who were more than a match for her. She hadn't walked in to every fight expecting to win. It wasn't nearly as much fun if you didn't get in to a little trouble along the way.

The idea of Clancy in a wrestling ring made her snicker. "You wanted to grapple other dudes in spandex? How very Greek of you." Her snicker turned to full on laughter at his mention of Tyler Durden. "We don't need him. We can open our own Fight Club. If we could find anyone, you know, willing to fight us." There had to be someone out there who would rise to that dare, even if the chance of a good thrashing was high. She knew she would. Surely somebody else was that brave.

"I hear those UFC guys are pretty legit. Want to go make a career of it? Might be kind of nice to get paid to do this." She stepped around in front of him, walking backwards with her feet bouncing like a pro boxer and her fists raised. It was pretty obvious that she was teasing. Probably. Hopefully. "Or we could go lay siege to something. Then they may pay us to stop..."

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[info]bigheel
2011-04-05 05:56 am UTC (link)
"I think ancient Greece was more nudity, less spandex, but yes. It is very Greek."

Somewhere in the back of his head, Achilles was not amused. Clancy ignored him; he was in too good of a mood post-brawl to worry about slights to Greek honor. "We could just send out an open invitation. 'Dear reincarnates. Want to throw down? Call Hector and Achilles for all your ass-kicking needs.'"

Eeeeh. The pitch needed some work. Clancy lifted a hand to scratch at his eyebrow, but forgot midway through what he'd intended to do. This was because Quinn had just suggested that they lay siege to something. As a team.

"...I do declare, Miss Quinn, are you asking me to join your war party?"

Okay. So he was really neither southern nor a gentleman, but he'd gone to college in Arkansas. It kind of counted - enough to make a Gone With the Wind reference, at least. (He'd seen it. It was set during the Civil War and he'd had some incorrect expectations about the plot.)

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[info]notwithoutglory
2011-04-05 06:13 am UTC (link)
She wanted badly to comment, but she refrained. Mostly because most of her hair was going to suppressing helpless laughter. That was a mental image that she could have lived without. Still, it was hilarious.

"Right, who wouldn't sign up for that?" Anyone sane, that's who. Luckily the reincarnate world was full of people who were delightfully mental. If they got desperate, it was definitely something they should look in to. She missed good, honest fights. Not that any fights with Achilles had been honest, but they had been good. Hector didn't want to believe that Clancy had an ounce of honor. This truce proved differently, though. They weren't always their reincarnates, not completely.

There was nothing that could keep her from laughing then. "Sure. I'll knight you and everything." Somewhere in the back of her mind, she could feel slow rage building. Hector would just have to deal with it. She wasn't going to let the Trojan rain on her parade, not when she was having such a great time. "Of course, if there was a siege going on somewhere, I bet we'd be on opposite sides of it. Could still be fun, though."

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[info]bigheel
2011-04-05 01:07 pm UTC (link)
"If I weren't one of the ass-kicking parties, I'd have signed up for that." Which went without saying - he was so desperate for a good even match that he'd hopped to the west coast to try and find one. "I can work up some fliers. It's crazy, but it's a better sort of crazy than the shit the 'sides' are trying to pull these days."

A slow, sly smile spread across his face.

"You'd knight me? Well, I did tell you to find a better caliber of defender, can't blame you for picking the best." He took a moment to brush his knuckles across his shoulder in a little ego-burnish. He didn't stop with the preening, though.

"But then you'd be responsible for me. I'd pitch a tent on your lawn. You'd have to feed me. Keep me in line. 'Clancy, heel.'" The sly smile split into a sarcastic grin. Oh, he knew what he was doing. Clancy Fitch knew more 'heel' jokes than anyone else on the planet, in no small part because people kept giving him new material to reuse. "Knights are a lot of work. Are you sure you're ready for that?"

He didn't use Achilles' name in his little joke. It was bad enough that Clancy was joking with Quinn at all. The last of the Greek's temper would've snapped if his host had started to drag him into it.

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[info]notwithoutglory
2011-04-06 01:04 am UTC (link)
"You know we're going to end up with a bunch of heavy handed, egotistical idiots or a bunch of psychos, right?" She wasn't saying that was a bad thing, she was just saying that no one else would be insane enough to sign up. At least she wouldn't have to provoke strangers in to taking a swing at her, though. Ah, the little things in life.

She rolled her eyes. The man was so completely full of himself that it was amazing he didn't just pop. "I dunno, sounds like that would suck more for you than me. No AC in a tent, and you never said I had to feed you well..." His joke made her snort out a laugh, even as she added it to her mental rolidex to use against him at some point in the future. Really, he ought to have known better than to give her ammo like that.

"But I guess I can find other knights. Ones that aren't so high maintenance." She fell in beside him again. "And who won't be so fucking snarky. Nothing worse than snarky knights."

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[info]bigheel
2011-04-07 02:18 am UTC (link)
"I could test them out for you," Clancy offered, as if he were doing Quinn a huge favor. "Your low-maintenance, polite knights. Who sound boring, by the way. You knight 'em. If they can last more than a few minutes against me, you know they're not a total waste."

Yeah. So maybe his ego needed its own zipcode. Clancy wasn't going to apologize.

"Feel any better?" The concern came from nowhere, and the nonchalant tone of voice helped hide the fact that he was even concerned in the first place. "If the answer's 'no,' there are other bars and the night's young."

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[info]notwithoutglory
2011-04-07 03:03 am UTC (link)
"Find your own knights to test out. I won't have you walloping mine." If she could find anyone to knight, she'd be walloping them on her own. It was good practice. "Boring? I suppose I could switch it up. Because a bunch of high maintenance loudmouths camping on my lawn wouldn't drive me to murder..."

She shot him a sidelong glance, only slightly wary that he would even ask. "Yeah." It was true. Even their badly outmatched fight had been enough to take her mind off other things. Like how pissed she was at Camelot's unwillingness to act, and the Resistance's approach to fighting a war in general. There honestly wasn't much about this 'war' that didn't have her frustrated in one way or another. Up to and including the fact that the only people who seemed to agree were from the opposite side.

"But I wouldn't say not another drink. And/or throwdown." She sighed "You know, at this rate, I'm going to become a violent alcoholic."

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[info]bigheel
2011-04-07 03:51 am UTC (link)
"A lot of things would drive you to murder," Clancy observed. "...but a lot of things really ought to be punishable by single combat, so I wouldn't judge."

No really. He wouldn't judge. The realization made Clancy lift a hand and scratch at the back of his head. "Work our way east? One in each time zone until it's too late to function." By then they'd be trashed and, if all went well, a little bruised and battered. A good night, all in all.

"I know this place in Phoenix? Frat boys. Beating up some Ed Hardy-wearing asshole would practically be a public service."

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[info]notwithoutglory
2011-04-07 05:33 am UTC (link)
"If I could challenge assholes to single combat, you'd be the only asshole left in Miami." That was, oddly enough, a compliment. Kind of. It was a very Quinn-like compliment, the sort that usually meant she'd never get a second date. At least Clancy was used to it by now.

A stop in every time zone was probably going to be really unhealthy, but she couldn't say she was opposed to the idea. "I'm going to have to go to work hungover with a black eye again, aren't I?" Once she got drunk enough, it wasn't nearly as hard for some idiot to land a punch. She didn't mind. It wasn't really a fight if the other guy totally sucked at fighting back.

"Okay, that I approve of." She hated frat guys. They were all ego with none of the balls to back it up. All they did was talk a big game and make spring break unbearable. "Is this some kind of epic quest? Because I feel like this could make the papers tomorrow."

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[info]bigheel
2011-04-08 05:20 am UTC (link)
"They'll be writing poems about us in a thousand years," Clancy quipped. "That's the kind of night this is going to be."

Big expectations there, Fitch. "And don't even start about the hangover. I work outdoors. There are whistles involved." He wanted an aspirin just thinking about it. "Outdoors with spoiled children who want victory just handed to them. Well. That's only partially true; there are a handful who'll fight for it. I've got half a mind to ignore the seniors entirely and just work on molding the young ones."

Into proper little soldiers. Poor kids. You're not Hurricanes. You're Myrmidons and you just don't know it yet.

"So. Phoenix first. You can pick the stop after that."

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[info]notwithoutglory
2011-04-08 08:45 pm UTC (link)
"Too bad 'Of the last drink and the passing out of Quinn' doesn't have the same ring to it." Hector was, in a word, unamused. Poor man, he really should have been used to it by now. "Maybe some creative soul will still be able to write a decent ballad about this."

Not that it would be a very good ballad. Clancy and Quinn didn't have the same hero-y sound as Achilles and Hector. "Whistles and yelling children. Yeah, you're so screwed." It never failed to amuse her that he was a couch. Maybe the next time she was bored she would go heckle him there. "Molding them in to what? Fearsome...sprinters?" She raised a brow. Their priorities were so skewed when compared to their other halves.

"I'll have to think about it. We can beat up some frat boys first." She elbowed him playfully. "Why don't we have more than one drink first? That way it's a little more fair."

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