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[freedrinkplease]

[ It's evident on Pig's face--rather how he doesn't look up--that he's in his own world. Distant. A tongue darts out to lick dried lips and blue eyes focus on the screen--he's got a definite Irish accent, certainly from Cork, but the way he's dropping words and rearranging sentences is still a little jarring. ]

There we be. Pig and Runt. Warm like. Drinky drinky and I says "Happy Birthday, Runt!" And she? She smiles. [ There's a bit of a laugh but there's absolutely no humour in it. ]

But now where Pig, eh? Where Pig? No club, no fucking Runt. No Runt--No Runt.

Just.... Pig.

Where he be, yeah?

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[freedrinkplease]

Yes! With them titties. Girl, girl. We be celebratin' birthday, and then no more Runt for Pig.

[designedtoparty]

Oh. Sorry, man. Didn't know you were missing out on getting laid.

Though I'm guessing she can't be very attractive with a name like that. Maybe we can find you a nicer one.

oh god i am so sorry

[freedrinkplease]

Runt be the most beautiful Queen in the world, foxy, I'd shut your face before I shut it for you.

Ahahaha, don't be!

[designedtoparty]

Is that meant to be a threat?

You know, Piggy, that'd be a lot more intimidating if you didn't try hitting on me in the same sentence.

[freedrinkplease]

Not interested in your curls. [ He's going to just glare since he walked right into that one. ]

[designedtoparty]

It's okay to be like that, you know. I'm not one of those types who think that gays choose it.

[freedrinkplease]

I'm not gay! The fuck is wrong with you?!

[designedtoparty]

Nothing's wrong with me! I'm just saying. You don't have to hide.

[freedrinkplease]

And where Pig be hidin', huh?

[designedtoparty]

You'd know best, but since you're asking I'm guessing the men's.

[See? He's getting the hang of Pig's speech patterns now!]

[freedrinkplease]

"Men's." "Men's," what. Do you want to have a go with your men's? Pig only like beouts. No lads.

[designedtoparty]

Men's toilet. What do you think I'm talking about?

Anyway, I'm talking about you. Not me. I don't want a go on any man.

[freedrinkplease]

[ This guy is fucking annoying. And would probably be a little less so if he didn't remind him of himself. Louder and more talkative, but damned if Pig didn't want to let fists fly. ]

You an' me, buddy pal. Name the place. I'm havin' a lash at you.

[designedtoparty]

What, you?

[Nathan... doesn't really want to fight. But he'll be damned if he's going to say so.] I'd like to see you try.

[freedrinkplease]

[ When Pig grins it's manic, and more than a little disconcerting, but he nods. ]

You got no idea who you're dealin' with, foxy.

[designedtoparty]

[Ohgodthatgrin. How does he get himself into these things?]

You know the fountain, right? It's the place where you came in. Even you must be smart enough to know where that is.

[freedrinkplease]

[ A nod. ]

[designedtoparty]

All right. Sorted. [Why did he suggest the fountain? He could've suggested any place New Guy hadn't heard of and he'd be fine.]

I guess I'll see you there.

[And so Nathan heads for the fountain, cigarette in hand and managing to look completely unconcerned. I mean, how tough can he be? He doesn't even know how to talk right.]

action - after the talk with Eden

[freedrinkplease]

[ Pig's gotten himself riled up. It isn't hard to do, but the moment he sees the other he wastes absolutely no time. He's scrawny, a little underfed but he's got a quick temper and quicker hands, fist flying straight to the other's jaw. He's grinning, at least. Laughing. ]

An' what happens next, Foxy?!

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[designedtoparty]

[Nathan stumbles backwards, dropping his cigarette. He probably shouldn't be surprised, but for a moment he's too stunned to do anything other than stand there gaping.]

What the fuck?! Has no one ever told you not to hit a man when he's smoking? I hadn't even spotted you yet!

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[freedrinkplease]

You fucking fuck! [ Intelligent, non? But Pig's swinging again, glaring, yelling at guy. ]

You. [ Swing. ] Will NOT. [ Swing. ] Make funna the Queen Runt. [ Swing. ]

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[designedtoparty]

Ow!

[Nathan takes every one of those punches, which just goes to show how good he is at fighting. He's on the floor by the last one, so he aims a flailing kick up at Pig.] You stupid bastard! You're supposed to wait until I'm ready, twat.

[freedrinkplease]

No fightin' normal-like, fair's fair for you insultin' the Runt. Pig like girls.

[ He's pretty sure his knuckles are bleeding, he's sent stumbling back when Nathan kicks him, cracking him hard in the stomach. ]

[designedtoparty]

Whatever, Piggy.

[He sneers as Pig stumbles back, pushing himself shakily back to his feet. He shoulders Pig whilst he's at it, fairly sure he's going to get another punch before he's up if he doesn't take every chance he can get.] You just keep telling yourself that.

[freedrinkplease]

Pig. Like. Runt.

[ And he's charging again--sorry, Nathan. If Pig has a bee up his bonnet, he's not going to stop until the target's down or he's down, whichever comes first. ]