Just another evening

[[.Rabbit.David.Mystic Pearl.]]

She glances over her shoulder at Mark and the guy, as the barkeep hands her her beer, and she opens it. "You would get into trouble.." She's always thought of Englishmen as a bunch of squares, or, like Cooper in Eurotrip put it: The U.S. was founded by prudes who left Europe because they couldn't handle all the kinky stuff that was going on. She shakes her head a little and turns back around, quickly downing the third drink.

[Mark]

The big man scowled darkly. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means, me little sunflower, that you aren't exactly the sharpest thorn on the rose, are you?"

His comment earned him a beefy fist to the jaw. He staggered back under the force of the blow but didn't go down. Instead, he shook his head and rubbed his jaw. "What the bloody hell was that, a love tap? C'mere, sunshine, I'll show ya how the lads back in London fight." He lunged forward with a hard right cross that flattened the bigger man's nose, then he followed up with a jab to the man's right side, into the kidneys.

"Who's next, then?"

[[.Rabbit.David.Mystic Pearl.]]

"What the fuck was that?" Again, speaking before thinknig. She's gotten into her share of fights--grew up in Hell's Kitchen--and enjoys them quite a bit. "Come over here, Princess," she says, sliding off her bar stool, and turning to face Mark, "Or, do you prefer guys?"

[Mark]

"Oh come on now. Not another bloody Marine." Mark head-butted the big bearded man before turning toward her briefly. "I don't fight other Marines, lass. Unless you'd care to help?"

[[.Rabbit.David.Mystic Pearl.]]

"Uh-huh, that's what I thought. Well, if you take it up the ass, that's your own business. I don't judge." She smirks and rolls her eyes, before turning back around and getting back on her stool to order a fourth beer.

[Mark]

One of the big fellows buddies landed a solid left hook on Mark that knocked the Englishman down. He cursed the man's mother and kicked at his knees, knocking him on his arse as well. In an instant he was back on his feet and swinging.

"Aw, c'mon luv, certainly you're Marine enough to enjoy a good barfight!"

[[.Rabbit.David.Mystic Pearl.]]

"Alright, then." She reaches over, downs that fourth beer, and heads over, sending a bitch-slap at the bearded man, and insults his mother: "Yo momma's so ugly, that if ugliness were bricks, she'd be the great wall of China."

[Mark]

It was fast becoming an all-inclusive fight as more people joined in. Mark let out a whoop as Locke appeared and he flattened the nose of another of Big Beard's mates. "That's the spirit. Semper bloody Fi!"

Big Beard lurched to his feet, his nose streaming blood, and swung wildly at Mark. The Englishman took the punch across his shoulder and spun around with it to throw his elbow into the man's already sore kidneys. This wasn't quite like it used to be at home, but it would suffice.

"Come on, lads. Surely you Americans know how to fight!"

[[.Rabbit.David.Mystic Pearl.]]

"Ooh-rah!" Countless years in various forms of martial arts has no doubt had an impact on how she fights. She throws a couple kciks out, bitch-slapping the ones that come close enough to her. This is way too fun. She's getting her share of the crap kicked out of her as well, but she's got such an adrenaline rush that she feels nothing right now. She'll be sore in the morning.

[Mark]

"Cops!" Somebody yelled. It was like throwing a switch. The brawlers broke and surged for the door. Mark was caught up in the rush of bodies and let himself be carried along with the flow. Better to get out of here before the peelers got inside.

[[.Rabbit.David.Mystic Pearl.]]

"Hey, it's the rent-a-cops!" She laughs a little at her own joke, but heads back to her stool anyway, and orders a fifth beer. Though, her 'innocent' act may not work, especially considering the bruise already starting to form on her bloody nose.

[Mark]

Mark was one of the lucky ones to make it outside. He ran like the devil was chasing him, laughing like a madman. It was a shame that the fight he had started had caused damage to the bar, but what a rush it had been. The Marine could feel his eye beginning to swell. It would hurt like nothing else come morning. He ran the whole way back to his flat, too exhilirated to consider walking.

It had been a good evening indeed.

[[.Jeff.Steve.]]

A bored-to-death Jeff is partolling in his cruiser, barely paying attention to what's going on in the street. He wants to go home. He doesn't enjoy his job as much as he used to. Every time he leaves home, Jenni cries, even though he assures her he'll be back. After all, Liz said she'd come back--they'd actually worked patrolling together--and the last time, she didn't. Then sometyhing catches his eye--a guy running down the sidewalk. Who goes out running this late at night? He assumes that either the man is drunk as a skunk, or stole something. So he hits the siren and pulls up alongside the man, parks, and gets out. "Freeze!"

[Mark]

The brusque command was a familiar one, but admittedly not one he was in any mood to heed. He kept on, ignoring the peeler and his car. He was almost home. Only a few more blocks. The Marine's wild grin widened. First, a spirit-rousing bar fight. Now a peeler tryin' to be a hero and stop a running drunk. How marvelous.

[[.Rabbit.David.Mystic Pearl.]]

Jeff sighs and shakes his head. He's seen this many times before--a drunk won't obey his commands, he chases them down...there's usually a fight..that kind of thing. Not his favorite part of the job--he'd much rather be busting drug dealers--but he does fairly well. So he gives chase, preparing his handcuffs. "I said freeze, motherfucker!"

[Mark]

The Englishman let out a laugh and stretched his legs out more. He could outrun most peelers with little effort. This would be easy.

"C'mon and catch me, peeler!"

[[.Rabbit.David.Mystic Pearl.]]

"Don't make me use this," he says in a stern, warning tone, as he pulls a taser off of his belt, and aims it at the strange man, while still running after him. He'll use it, too--it's not often he gets to use his weapons, though he loves to so much.

[Mark]

"Bloody hard to shoot and run at the same time, mate. Even for us Marines!" Mark called out, risking a quick glance over his shoulder. His lungs were beginning to burn, but he was nearly home. He could lose the peeler in the maze that was the multi-level carpark next door to his flat. Easier than trying to make Yorkshire pudding.

[[.Rabbit.David.Mystic Pearl.]]

(Too lazy to switch accts.)

Jeff sighs, and aims directly at the guy's ass, fires once, and runs as hard as he can for the strange man. He's not about to let some weirdo--or is he drunk?--roam the streets.

[Mark]

He heard the hiss of something being fired and stretched his legs out further. He'd found that American peelers were notorious for their inability to keep themselves well-trained enough with their sidearms to be truly effective with them. And attempting to hit a moving target with a regular sidearm while moving as well was extremely difficult. Attempting the same feat with a non-lethal weapon was laughable. Mark allowed himself to laugh. C'mon, peeler, can't ya do any better than this? He thought, noting jubilantly that the carpark was not far away.

[[.Rabbit.David.Mystic Pearl.]]

Damn! Jeff stops runnig, with a heavy sigh. He doesn't understand how he can't hit this guy--he practices with moving targets daily at the shooting range...And, despite being 33, he keeps very fit. He puts his taser away and turns around, walking back to his cruiser. Hey, if the guy wants to ruin his liver and get himself killed, that's his own business.