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"Jerry."

HP 7 HES SO ******** - 4

Rep smirked. It had accomplished its purpose.

"Boooo" he added, for good measure.

Jordan took a few steps forward to place himself between Jerry and Rep. "It would really help if you two could quit antagonizing each other," he said. "I don't feel like dragging anyone's drunken, injured a** to the infirmary tonight. So knock it the hell off."

He shot a grateful glance to Harrison, glad that the Moon hunter was also ready to intervene.

Rep snorted and made another dismissive gesture. He made no move to get up. "Whatever guys, I'm not ******** moving. I just wanted him to stop /singing/." It had stung, and still smarted, even drunk. So /that/ was how people saw him.

"He'll be ******** fine, he's taken a lot worse than a bottle."

Wash was distantly aware of some kind of party going on in one of the division leader's rooms. I mean, he'd gotten the text. Invite received, but no RSVP. He was too busy wrapped up in his own sense of depression and inability. He spent most of his time in his own room, reading whatever he could find, or talking long, lonely walks around the facility. He was definitely not in a party mood as of late, so he'd decided to instead hit the hay early and call it a day.

What he was NOT aware of was the fact that the womenfolk of Deus had ALSO been planning a shindig, so to speak - or that there would be quite a bit of boozing on both sides. He was oblivious to any drunken shenanigans in regard to beer, food runs or otherwise. He'd even managed to sleep right through the pizza skirmish. What he was NOT prepared for, however, was the ramifications of a very drunk, very lyrical feeling Jerry.

God in HEAVEN. The sound of broken glass was muffled by merit of the fact that it was taking place two floors above, but it somehow woke the lightly dozing hunter. He sat up so fast he nearly slid out of the tiny cot- had that been a window? Was there something breaking in?! A quick glance out his own revealed that was happily not the case, which could only mean...

That party. Groaning, he tried to roll over and go back to sleep, but the noise upstairs was now a constant murmur and sleep was impossible. Angrily, he threw off the covers and stalked out the room, pausing to grab Sally's keychain off the nightstand.

Ooooh, are we going to a PARTY?! She squeaked exuberantly. He chose to ignore her and rounded the stairs.

The room wasn't hard to find. Wash had to wonder how on EARTH the other division leaders could sleep with this kind of cacophony going on in their midsts. He steeled himself and walked through the doorway - into chaos.

He glared.

Michael wasnt sure how him snarking at Rep had evolved into another smack down between Rep and Jerry but it had.

And it involved singing.

...He wasnt sure how to take that. So instead he just kind of stood there frowning at them and sipping his drink.

Until Rep smashed a mother effing bottle over Jerry's head.

"Wow! Dude! Not cool! I dont care if we're tough enough to take it you dont try and glass someone! Especially not over a song! Have you seen the s**t that can do to someone’s face!?"

Marcus thought he could have some decency and be respectful of Allan's property. Clarice was a fountain of wisdom even when drunk. Except. <******** this." Getting up and over, He slammed his fist into the sun trainee. "Why don't you shut the ******** up and stop questioning everyone's sexuality and if they get laid or not because I am damn sure it wont ever ******** apply to you."

With that, Marcus grabbed a beer and huffed. "I'm done, how many of these will I need to drink to get s**t faced?"

HP: 26
Damage to Rep: FIST OF AN ANGRY YOUNG ADULT