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Rep gave Michael a very toothy smirk through the chaos. "Yes. Yes I haaaave."

But he still made no move to get up or do anything other than polish off his beer, shrugging at Harrison "Oh I wouldn't want to be an inconvenient ******** weight on your night man." He may have been a little bit butthurt, and he may possibly be blowing everything out of proportion due to drunk.

He was edging away from jovial drunk towards aggressive or self-pitying.

"People just need to sit the ******** down and get back to their booze."

And he /might/ have done just that if all the rage of Marcus hadn't come down upon his head right then and there. Bringing his night to at least a temporary halt as he simply keeled over where he sat, not expecting the attack and not defending against it in the least.

HP: -3

The look Michael gave Rep in reply could have been interpreted as furious.

It was one thing to be a sexist d**k. It was another to deliberately maim a co-worker.

He breathed in tightly trying to stop himself from punching Rep in the face right there because he did not want a talking down from Allen for this guy of all people.

Only for Marcus to beat him to the punch. Literally. Michael's smile was alllllll teeth.

No. He did not care that Rep had passed out. It was an improvement and he didnt look that bad.

(Ok actually he was starting to feel faintly worried and guilty but shut up)

Marcus didn't even fight, he just hung onto the bottle of booze he had and scowled. "It shuts him up for the night doesn't it, plus we can just kick him out of that portal onto the training field. It's like his natural habitat."

Marcus thought throwing him out onto the training field was an excellent idea. He could commune with mother nature or something. "Now stop dragging me around damn it-"

The grabbing of the front of his shirt made Marcus lean back. It was not just intimidating to to have the guy up in his face but- He was a bit drunk. It made Marcus a little leery of just how 'there' Harrison might be. "Before what? Before he ends up pissing in Caelius's cheerios?"

Marcus would pay to see that reaction, (but at a safe distance). Hands up, Marcus backed off. "Fair enough though. If he starts s**t up again, no promises."

"Y'aughta.... aughta... aughta be careful," Jerry called out to Marcus as he tried to straighten himself up, "Last time I threw a punch at Rep.... I was told my options were... be p-p-put down, ahahahahha... or a live-in-therapist. They don't like us... s-solving our arguments with our f-fists." Unless it was different for Moonies, which judging by Harrison's reaction, it wasn't. Jerry was proud of himself, though. He had won that argument, as far as he was concerned, and hadn't needed to resort to actual violence. "Marcus. Marcus, you wanna.. wanna borrow the Japanese-guitar-thing?" Although if Simon or Allan caught wind of what he had done, Marcus was already screwed, booze or not.

"I don't care what he sst-arts, I will...beat the s**t out of you."

Wash and Wilson were cleaning up the glass, which was good, so nobody would get cut. Rep came back around.

"You got knocked the ******** out, is what, what happened," Harrison said, trying to steady him and nearly ending up on the floor himself. "You shoud get a- a ice pack."

Aleister sighed, watching wash and Wilson as they picked up pieces of glass. Rep seemed to have come around and he finally picked himself up from his own spot and headed to the fridge, "I got the ice pack."

They were pretty drunk so he didn't mind grabbing things if it kept others from getting hurt. When he came back he held the ice pack out. "Here, So you two don't.... fall or something... trying to get the ice. You seem... a bit... um - unsteady." Aleister wasn't really sure if giving advice to the hot heads was a good idea but he at least stayed mainly out of their reach. He could run if he had to.

<Aww, making friends are we?> It seemed puca had woken up and perhaps was making sarcastic comments.

<Not sure you'd call this friends Pookie. More like... trying to keep someone else from beating the s**t out of each other.>

Once he was sure the other hunter had the ice pack he moved to sit back down. Out of the way of any more potential brawls.

"Sevennn, s**t, you're- you're a good guy," Harrison said when Aleister volunteered. He scoffed at the unsteady accusation. "M'fine, just hold it still," he took the ice pack.

Utilizing zero coordination, he applied it to Rep's general face area.

"You gotta keep it there," Harrison said, and muttered, "Dun worry, m'not gonna let Marcus stab your a**."