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Preacher dropped her arms from around Axel as though burned. His schoolmarmish voice had, as usual, rubbed her the wrong way. The truce was still on for the night, though. Just as long as nobody butted into their business. She still owed Axel, and that thought hung heavy in her head. Ugh. "Don't tell me what ta do either, ya sad drunk! I dunno what's made ya so weird tonight n' mebbe I dun care, but pull it togetha." With that, she punched him square in the bite marks she had made earlier. Axel wasn't good for a fight right now... a fight like that would have no meaning.

She scooted a little closer to Alec. "Gimme your head. I wanna see if it's soothin'." Preacher's tone was commanding and she reached for his head. Maybe Axel should get in on this too.

Axel yelped in pain at the bite-punch and flinched away from Preacher. Truce was still on, but he was so totally done with this whole weird conversation. Also, the ale had completely caught up with him, and he was pretty much trashed.

"This party sucks," he announced to the group at large. "Take it sleazy. I'm out."

Axel elbowed some space from whoever might be in his way, flopped over on his side on the bench, and passed out.

zzzzz.

"An enlistment office eh?" He asked as he watched Lloren essentially leap into action and find herself a new place. The girl was a bit strange he had to admit, and it left the spot she'd been seated in empty off to talk to the bookstore girl. "Yeah..we'll both have to take a look at that. Thank you!" Alec agreed, pursing his lips some in consideration. So that was that concluded he let the girl be for now. Her exit had been rather dramatic, so calling further attention to it seemed silly.

Alec fell quiet, sighing some. Maybe if he just sat here..and everyone just settled down the madness would. And here was Preacher finding a new way to tease him. His eyes opened a bit wide, his face bright like a cherry for a few moments as she scooted closer asking to touch his head of hair. "Don't you dare." he warned the other boy giving the sicker one a look. Alec wouldn't actually get angry if he did, he'd sat quietly sleeping while Henrik had...he also knew Preacher. It didn't stop him from warning the other off. Now he was invading his space as surely as the shoe to the leg had been earlier. Personal space? Alec was sure Preacher didn't know the first thing about it.

Getting up just a bit he leaned over to Axel, extending a finger as if to poke at the other. "Did he..just pass out?" His eyes went a bit wide. Not that he blamed him..poor guy.

"Seems he did," Elliot muttered in reply to Alec, having snapped out of his thoughts to glance over. Peering down with a hint of sympathy at the now sleeping figure, he gave a shake of his head. "At least we don't have to worry about him getting cold, what with the fire and all." Honestly though, a nap sounded kind of nice right now...

Folding his arms over his chest, the boy quietly scanned the area. Maybe he should go check up on Shun, just to see how he was after that little fiasco. No doubt he wasn't in a good mood after his little run-in with the bald men but...hell, when was he ever in a good mood?

Excusing himself with a polite nod, he began to make his way over to the dark-haired man. Unfortunately, due to his own lack of attention, he didn't notice the swinging legs in his path until after he walked straight into them, the impact inevitably sending him stumbling towards the bonfire. Arms swinging haphazardly in an effort to keep himself upright, the boy miraculously managed to prevent himself from falling back into the flames. Thank god. Turning to look at Lenore, he shook his head at her.

"s**t--sorry. You okay?" Didn't seem like he had kicked her too hard in the legs or anything, but he thought it good to ask just in case. That being said...

Elliot may have not fallen into the fire, but his wildly swinging arms had caused his sleeve to graze the flames. Upon feeling something distinctly hot right by his hand, the boy glanced down, only to let out a loud curse.

"Goddamnit to hell!" "Stop, drop, and roll" seemed impractical in this situation, so the boy took to furiously trying to beat out the flames. It wasn't really working, and they only proceeded to gradually travel further up his arm.

Well this was turning out to be a fun night.

Shun stared at Elliot as he managed to set himself on fire, watching him try to pat out the flames.

"Just take your bloody shirt off and put it out," he grumbled.

Someone was hot. No, not physically; Shakuntala would likely gag if she ever had such thoughts. They were on fire. Fire. Flames. Heat. Unless Lucifer himself was taking a break from his day job, the girl was positive another human being was going to be roasted alive. Snapping her attention to the male beating at his arm, she jumped to her rescue as the uncanny and probably unwanted superhero. Unfortunately, she flew into a panic and was unsure how to actually put out the darn thing. She clutched her head trying to formulate a plan. From an outsider's view, it looked like two civilians in a Sims games. With little left to go on, Shakuntala took off her jacket and just threw it at Elliot's face -- missing the fire entirely.

"I think a girl hates me now, but she still helped me get people out of the canal. I did get to kick a wallist in the shin, so that was fun, at least." Then she was bonked on the head a few times, and she looked up at Cyril annoyedly. "I read a lot of books, if that's what you're asking." Then, to make matters worse, her legs, which were still kind of sore from the trampling they received two days earlier, were bumped into. She hissed in pain before Elliot apologized. "I'm fine." The girl said, looking up. Her eyes went slightly wider as she saw him, however. "You, on the other hand, have fire on your arm. You should probably put that out." She said in her most helpful tone, which was still very deadpan.

While he was clearly less collected than usual, Elliot's tone was surprisingly even as he continued to try patting out the flames."It's not that big." Or so he said, but every second he didn't put the small fire out meant that it only proceeded to grow even larger, spreading from the edge of his sleeve to his forearm.

"Yes thank you," He replied to Lenore, his voice equally as deadpan, not taking his eyes off of the flames as he addressed Henrik's question, "And no, I'm fine. No big deal, no big deal at all." He was really starting to think that maybe he should take off the damn shirt anyways. Just as he moved to do that, however, the boy was abruptly enveloped in darkness as a coat was suddenly thrown over his head.

"...Alright." Calm as he sounded, the boy's movements were frantic as he struggled to free himself from the jacket while peeling off his own shirt. Finally, after a little bit of effort, his shirt was on the ground and he was stomping at the flames. As soon as they went out, he leaned over, hands on his knees as he let out a heavy sigh.

"See?" He breathed, "No big deal." No big deal besides the reddened and stinging skin of his wrist and a portion of his forearm, but sustaining a very minor burn was better than falling right into the fire as he almost had. Straightening up, he shook out the jacket that had been thrown over him and lift a brow.

"Uh...whose is this?" He had something to say about your aim, though he appreciated the effort.