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"Ya want us ta kick out a feckin' cactus 'n' a bird?"

Al frowned at the other man in uniform, suddenly seriously doubting that he had any sort of background in armed combat. He turned to the guy at his side, who'd received the very same instruction as they'd approached Pride together and offered him nothing more than a look of scrutiny.

"Well," he said. "C'mon then... let's get to it." He turned and marched towards the otherbeing couple. He didn't look back, just assumed the other would follow.

Al shrugged, a quick and tough up-down of his shoulders. "Dunno. Figure I'll just tell 'em to get out then go from there."

He paused to look at the other lad a moment and returned his smile with a judgmental frown. "Alister," he said. "Gladstone."

Then he shoved himself through the crowd again, a man on a mission. It seemed the cactus and his winged friend were on the move, which made it all the more harder to get to them. Al was irritated. He was always irritated... but especially at over-crowded events like this one.

Due to his height, Alister had a harder time than most traversing crowds. He grumbled irritably to himself as being after being shifted in front of him and blocked his view or tripped him up.

Luckily, Chris seemed to know a thing or two about where they were going.

Al squinted in the direction that the other indicated, spotting the cactus and his birdmate just as the washroom door closed behind them. Good, he thought. The prideful one didn't seem like the type to appreciate a scene, should there be any danger of one. The washroom was private. They'd have their chat, the otherbeings would leave, and he and Chris could get whatever info they needed from the triplet back towards the front of the hall. In a perfect world, that is. This certainly wasn't one.

Al shoved through the washroom doors after the couple, once again assuming that Chris would be only a few steps behind.

"Oi." Al said to the couple, as soon as they had exited their appropriate stall (what did the potted plant even do in there anyway?). The cactus turned to look at him, and the bird twittered around his head. Alister frowned.

"The prideful one says ya both gotta go." He said, without much sugar-coating. "Now."

The bird suddenly let loose a screech. Then it dive-bombed him.

"What the hell-" Al swatted it away and it thudded into one of the closed stall doors and cried out in pain as it crumpled to the tiled floor. The potted succulent reacted immediately, obviously upset that his date had been so wrongly handled. Al cried out as his face was assaulted by the cacti's needly appendage.

"Ch-Chris! I can't feckin' see! Get the fecker!" He tore the needles from his face, eyes watering. Luckily, he'd closed them in time to protect his long-term vision, but the needles had still dug cruelly into his lids and the rest of the skin that the cactus had managed to come into contact with.

Once Al had successfully pulled the spines from his eyes, he glared at the potted plant angrily. "Ya stupid feckin' p***k..." He growled, as he shoved past Chris and delivered one heavy blow to what he decided was the cactus' face. It toppled backwards and its pot shattered. Al kicked it for good measure, then he shoved Chris back out of the washroom and locked it behind them.

"Let's go tell that hoity-toity that the deed is done." He said, marching off through the crowd without giving the blonde male a single sideways glance. He looked... especially grumpy now.