Sunday - April 20th, 2009 Who: James and Rez When: Sunday Afternoon Where: The Cafeteria What: The demon and the lycan meet in the wrong place at the wrong time.
James was in a shit mood. He hadn't resigned himself to freaking out just yet, because there was still a chance that Will was just too stubborn to come and meet him the night before. Or maybe he was too upset or he'd been too busy to come. Maybe he'd not even checked his email yet and James would hear from him later. Whatever the case, James was in a bad fucking mood and was only really going through the motions today. His mood was so foul that he'd even left Devon with the daycare on campus just so he wouldn't be tempted to be an ass to his son.
And part of the motion of the day was to have a bite to eat for lunch, not that he was really hungry, but he'd lost enough weight lately and he couldn't afford to get much thinner so he was going to force himself to grab a bite even though he didn't particularly have a taste for much of anything. His head clearly wasn't in it, and it was his lack of awareness that led to eventual disaster.
While walking through the cafeteria to go get in line, he bumped into someone and caused them to drop their tray. "Sorry." The word was muttered under his breath, but replaced with a scowl when he realized who he'd bumped. Fucking Rez. He was going to let it alone, to just keep walking, when he heard the other man mutter something under his breath. He turned to face him. "What did you say?" This was definitely not the right time for him to be running off at his mouth.
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Tonight was the full moon, so of course Rez was in a foul ass mood. He was hungrier than usual, more aggressive than usual, and the fact that the man who had just shit all over Fisher's heart had just bumped into him and made him drop his fucking food did more than just rub him in the wrong way. It pissed him the fuck off!
The guy apologized. Right. Great. And then he gave him that look like he was the scum of the earth. "Fucking dick." Rez muttered, not that he cared if the other man heard him or not. He actually hoped he heard him. And as it would turn out, he got his wish. The guy was turning on him in a second, bristling up, and Rez was quick to give it right back.
"I called you a fuckin' dick, ya fuckin' dick. You got a problem with that?" He might have been a lot smaller than James, as far as height was concerned, but he was built in his own way. And he stood his 5'4" right up to that fucking demon, getting in his space and his face. He was itching for a reason to kick this guy's ass. Had been for a while now. Maybe today he'd get his shot.
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A brow arched sharply as the other man proceeded to get up in his face. His jaw set, as it always did when he was angry. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do have a fucking problem with that. You don't even fucking know me, you piece of junkie scum?"
Rez wasn't the only one that had been looking for a reason to beat the other man's ass. James had contained himself as long as he could, but if this punk kid was going to get up in his fucking face like this, the demon wasn't going to back down either. He was going to tear the son of a bitch apart!
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That was it. Them was fightin' words. Rez smirked, actually it was more of a smile, but that was only to throw the other man off before he threw the first punch, which was a fist right square to the jaw that was so quick the other man had no chance of avoiding it.
Damn, that felt fucking good. Punching James McCafferty's arrogant fucking face and hearing that satisfying crack of bone on bone was almost enough to give Jonathan Reznick a fucking hard on.
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All it took were those few words and one of them to throw the first punch, and it was on! The demon and the lycan were in a full on brawl right in the middle of the cafeteria within seconds and a crowd was quickly forming around them. For all his lip, James wasn't all that great when it came to brawling, at least not where the lycan was concerned. He was part demon, granted, so his punches were a bit harder and he could take a bit more, but it was clear who had the upper hand within minutes.
James was getting his ass kicked. And Rez wasn't holding anything back. He was going to make this asshole pay for every fucking tear he'd made Fisher cry. He wanted to leave him in a sobbing, bloody pulp on the cafeteria floor. And he may have done just that if one of the staff hadn't broken the fight up.
When all was said and done, Rez had a bloody nose and a busted lip, his clothes covered in blood, but James definitely got the worst of it. He had a bloody nose, busted lip, would have a black eye before too long, and he had at least a couple of cracked ribs from where Rez had him down on the floor beneath him sending blow after blow to his sides. He was hauled off to the infirmary while Rez was hauled off to an office to wait for his sponsor.