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Rep gave the officer a wave as he opened the door, and a bright grin.

When the door was opened, Melvin left with the sort of relief that came from being on a hot bus full of crazy homeless people and stepping out into the fresh air and a open sidewalk.

"I'll pay you back when we get back on the island." He told Candace or whoever was picking up his tab. He wasn't about to be in someone's debt that much after all.

Jordan remained silent as belongings were sorted out and returned, and on the walk back to the portal. He held himself tightly contained all the way back, his shoulders tense and his movements sharp and jerky. Anyone who was awake enough and paying attention could probably tell that he was distinctly unhappy.

He waited until they'd made it back to the island and out of the portal room to round on the delinquents, turning sharply to block their path with a thunderous scowl. "Do you have any idea how monumentally stupid and ill-considered that s**t was?" he demanded of Rep and Melvin, aiming a glare in Jerry's direction as well.

Rep was pleased to have his belongings back, as he gathered up the collection of odds and ends, mints, flint and tinder, rations and hot chocolate sachets he got a very odd look from the officer on duty and a comment about how the man had never seen someone with so much s**t in their pockets, or for that matter, so many pockets. Evidently they'd found his extra hiding spots sewn into his trousers, you could never be too prepared. He kindly let him keep the ruined t-shirt.

Harrison as he passed got a silly grin, after all Rep was sort of proud about doing something with so much bravado and manliness, it was like old times. He took the grumpy look and hood simply to be because it was early - he had no idea how much bail had cost - no one ever bailed him out in the past. It was nice to have friends.

Jordan's tension too went all but unnoticed by Rep as they returned, sure he was grumpy, but so was everyone when you compared them to the sheer satisfaction of a good night out and a morning of exciting times in a jail cell. Other people's misery was like a stepladder he could climb up to look out of the window on a sunny day.

When he was rounded on, he stopped in his tracks, looking put upon. He rolled his eyes. "It was just a bar fight silly, we didn't kill anyone."

"Just a bar fight," Jordan said flatly. "You didn't kill anyone, but you sure as hell broke a lot of s**t and racked up a lot of charges. Did you put any thought into the fact that it's really goddamn dangerous to be fighting with civilians? Especially drunk, when you're not in full control of your faculties? You break stuff by accident, dude, just using it sometimes, it's way too easy to forget your own strength, and if you forgot to pull your punches on another human, what the hell do you think we'd do then?" He exhaled a hiss of air between his teeth. "You get your a** into enough trouble here without going halfway around the world off-island to do it. And that's another thing," he growled, his volume rising as he continued. "You had to go there? Out of every city with bars in the world, you go there? Somewhere where you're risking being recognized? All it takes is a look, you're not exactly non-descript and anonymous, you idiot!"

He uncurled his hand from the fist it had clenched into, flexed his fingers deliberately. "You make the fantastic ******** decision to take a nice jaunt home, you get in a goddamn brawl and get thrown into jail, you have the nerve to haul us out of bed to come retrieve your sorry a** and you're going to act like this was all just a fun little adventure? Your fun little goddamn adventure has cleared out the bank account. There's four months saving, straight down the drain. Good job! Still having fun?"

His eyes flicked to Melvin. "I thought you had more sense than to get yourself involved in a bar brawl, at least, dude. He said it was your fault - " Jordan jerked his chin at Rep, " - but only to me, so I don't know if he's just trying to shift blame or if that's actually true. Usually I'd be inclined to suspect the former without further evidence, but after that s**t you pulled the other day when you were sober, I give it more credence. Harass the wrong person this time? Ask a few too many questions and get punched? I'd like to say that'd be a total surprise, but I <******** can't because it wouldn't be." He gave Melvin a narrow-eyed, furious look. "You got lucky, though. Provoke one of us into punching you for being a smug, secretive, nosy a*****e, and it'll actually hurt. Normal humans, not so much."

Jerry got a long look. "Yeah," Jordan said. "You had nothing to do with it. I can't believe you'd go off to a bar with these guys." A flicker of conflicting expressions, anger and disappointment and something else more like hurt.

He turned his attention back to Rep. "Oh, yeah. It's a good thing you told us where you were going last night - oh, wait! You totally didn't! That was a lovely little completely uninformative note you left! I'll revise - it's a good thing your phones have tracking signals and the portal tech could give us the coordinates your little party went to. Great planning, great choices, great handling of the whole ******** situation. I need a ******** shower and a cup of coffee. Go get changed. You're filthy." He paused and gave Rep a brief, cold stare. "I'll see you later, a*****e, and it had better be later, because right now you're pissing me off just by being in my line of sight."

He swung around and stalked off towards the cafeteria. Harrison got a brief, apologetic look and a brush of fingers across his shoulder as Jordan left.

Jordan didn't look back, but he lifted one hand and flipped Rep off as he stalked away.

For most of the conversation, Melvin was just waiting for Jordan to finish his belittling of Rep, feeling the smug b*****d deserved it, and was ready to just head on back to his dorm and get a much needed shower and change of clothes. It was when Jordan turned on him that his eyes widened in surprise, and he was tempted to point at himself and go 'Who? Me?', but Jordan then clarified that yes, he was yelling at him.

HIM, of all people! He could take some of it that was actually true, but Jordan was now profiling him as if he knew anything about him. ONE conversation in the cafeteria and he seemed to think he had him pegged. The lecture was not something Melvin, who was on little sleep, already high strung due to being in a filthy cell, and irritable due to sharing it with two ********, wanted to hear.

He did not deserve that, and he would not let Jordan dump his lecture on him and walk off as if it was all fine and ******** dandy.

He was already following behind and this time he cut Jordan off. "What the ******** do you know about any of this?! You don't get to lecture me, Jordan. I'm not your little bed buddy. YOU talk to me barely ever so don't you go preaching to me for one minor case of bad ******** luck as if you knew how any of it happened. It's rather shitty for you to make assumptions and to peg me with someone as having the exact same temperament and lack of patience just because I'm friends with him. I'm not Rep, and I didn't pick a fight with anyone at that bar. I, like any god damn person on the island, went on leave to get away, and it just happened to turn into a s**t night. For someone who I've seen show a lot of dumb forgiveness for rather crazy and near fatal incidents from other hunters, one bar fight shouldn't put your little panties in such a twist."

He stepped closer. "And don't go thinking that just because I didn't hug every single person I talk to or stroke their crybaby feelings means I'm some sort of b*****d on a rampage to start s**t. I went for a drink because I've been on this island for a long time and for ONCE, I wanted to just have a drink. OTHER people started s**t with US. We didn't kill anyone. I don't even start fights on the island where it's allowed unless it's for training. Have you heard of ANY incident where I got into a fight for any damn reason?" He raised his hand, not even letting Jordan answer. "NO. I don't, so don't you dare ******** start profiling me."

And to mock his own little stunt, Melvin turned and started to walk away. "And I said I'd pay my own bail when we got back!"