drear | OPEN SEASON.

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Nothing, right?

[ he exhales and slumps back against the wall, following her gaze to look at the drunk guy stumbling towards them. ] Unless you're planning something.

Hm. Not nothing.

[her head tilts as her eyes slide back towards heine, a small smirk tugging at her lips.]

And if I do?

Dunno.

[ he shrugs jerkily. ] I'm not your fucking chaperon.

[ which really means: go for it. ]

[she laughs, pure and short, taking another drag of her cigarette.]

Funny.

[effy shrugs a shoulder and offers a small shake of the head. there's not much she can really do to add to the chaos she and her friends had started inside.]

Not worth it, though. Maybe later.

[ he thinks he probably isn't going to hang around long enough for her to cause any more trouble, but he looks at the time on his phone and changes his mind. it's too early to go back. ] Right. Looking forward to it.

[ said in a tone that's impressively flat, before he tacks on: ] I'm going inside.

[ it's almost certainly going to be uncomfortably hot and crowded inside the club, but he's kind of curious about what kind of shit that can be pulled off with a fire extinguisher, though he wouldn't admit it. ]

[she didn't expect him to go back in, didn't expect he had any sort of interest in a place like that. but apparently he has enough, and she nods.]

Yeah.

[what he'll find inside is a mess. a mess of people, a mess of sweat, a mess of drugs. most of all, though, is the foam. it's in people's hair, it's on the walls, it's even made its way onto the dj, who doesn't seem to mind. the one-man security job is doing his best to find the culprit, the tiny brunette that seemed to disappear.

going back in wasn't smart, but it would be fun, and effy loved fun. so she follows him. her friends are probably gone by now and that didn't matter. this guy was interesting, so she stuck with him.]

[ well, that's certainly something. he can see the foam even in the flashing lights, and he glances back at her, maybe meaning to say something, but over her shoulder he catches sight of someone he recognizes and his expression goes flat. ]

[her eyes, which were fixated on the lights and the dj, dart back to heine's once she notices something change about him. it's subtle and quick, but effy is good about picking things up like that, noticing what people don't notice about her.

she isn't alarmed, just curious, glancing over her shoulder to find the source of heine's problem.]

[ it's a person, a man maybe a couple of years older than both of them with long black hair, shaved on both sides of his head. he's caught sight of heine, too, and smiles widely at him, and then effy, mouthing some kind of greeting. ]

Fuck.

[ this is when heine also decides coming in here was a bad idea, and starts looking for an exit. but the back door is blocked off by the crowd, and the other guy starts walking towards them. ]

What-?

[her brows furrow when she meets the man's eyes, and something about him sends alarm signals to wrack at her brain. effy looks back at heine, expression a mix of confusion and astonishment: what the fuck did i get myself into?

but then she smiles easily, wondering just what will happen. cook already pissed off a gang, thomas showed him who was really the boss. just as she's about to ask what's happening, her friends push past her -- and heine, very clumsily shoving past him -- with a few shouts of sorry's.

effy follows them, giving one last glance to heine, before disappearing into the crowd to find another fire extinguisher. she'll be back, but she really doesn't want to get in the middle of two men fighting over something she doesn't understand. she'll be there when he needs her to be, she's clever like that.]

[ it's a good thing she's there, really, because heine is unable to avoid his decidedly not-welcome acquaintance. magato homes in on him and does his thing, which is namely being a douchebag.

it doesn't take long for them to come to blows, which is sort of difficult to do in such close quarters, but they manage. at least no one pulls a knife..! but a circle clears around them, and the lone security guy is at a loss because he wasn't ready for this. the way they fight is brutal, almost professional, and heine's bleeding again within minutes. ]

[just as it's getting bad, effy is back, holding the fire extinguisher she found in a maintenance room. it didn't take her long to convince the one man in the room to let her have it. treachery is afoot, after all.

she's quick to aim, pointing the extinguisher towards both of them and squeezing the handle down.

now is not a time for a full-on brawl, no matter how much they hate each other. this is dangerous.]

[ heine doesn't see her coming, and neither does magato, so the sudden spray of fire extinguishing fluid is enough to break them up.

and now he realizes that getting into a fight in a crowded area was a bad idea, so, shaking foam out of his hair, he makes to slip away in the confusion. he only glances back to see if she's following or not. ]

[she tosses the now empty extinguisher to the side, off towards magato in an attempt to scare him off. effy only follows out of one reason: curiosity.

once they are safely away from whatever creep decided to follow heine here -- she does one last glance behind her to make sure -- she decides to question him.

sort of.]

What the fuck?

[ magato, being magato, tries a wave, but they're already gone, and he has his own escape to make.

heine holds a hand to the side of his face to feel where there's a mark growing hot in its process of becoming a bruise, coughing and sniffing a little to try and do something about his bleeding nose. whatever calmness he'd managed to gather outside the club has turned into a jittery energy, and he snaps a reply — ] We have to go.

[ which isn't... actually an answer, but he's walking quickly, going to who-knows-where, even as he talks. ] Fuck. I didn't think...

[ he shakes his head, clearing away whatever he'd been thinking about saying. ] ...where the hell did you get that thing from?

[ he means the fire extinguisher, which is a better thing to talk about than the rest of the situation. he still has foam on him, too. ]

[effy shoots him a glare for his sharp reply, clearly displeased. the music is dying down, maybe the club is closing early because of the "problems" that had arisen.]

Maintenance.

[the whole situation is laughable, in a way. two angry -- well, one angry. the other one seemed a little too chipper -- white haired boy with foam sticking to his hair and skin and clothes. she chuckles, looking him over.]

Got any idea when you'll tell me what's happened?

[ he looks down at his shirt, mouth turning into an aggravated frown. at least most of the foam comes off when he brushes at it. ]

...once we're out of the area.

[ he kind of feels like he owes her that much, at least, for breaking up the fight with a fire extinguisher. they're nearing a city park, which is still open despite the late hour, and sparsely populated by hobos and people walking off a few too many drinks. ]

[effy doesn't make another sound until they reach the park.]

So?

[she hasn't taken her eyes off of him, not once.]

What is it?

[ at this point he's pretty sure she's high on something, which would explain a lot. he'd be more sure if it were bright enough for him to see better. but it doesn't exactly matter, after what just happened. ]

He's just this... asshole. I know someone he knows, and he thinks we're together. Or something.

[ god, his nose hurts. hopefully it isn't broken. he stares at the back of his hand, thinking, and then tacks on like an afterthought: ] I broke his shoulder last year.

[she's staring to sober up, sort of, as much as she can.]

And now he's back for you?

[an eye for an eye is what she's thinking. she really wouldn't put it past the guy -- he looked fucking crazy.]

Weird.

I guess.

[ he also had really shitty hair, but heine can't really talk. heine shrugs, sharply, and rubs the heels of his palms over his eyes. ]

I don't know. This fucking sucks.

[ his shoulders slump, but his expression stays just as angry and annoyed. he wants to go somewhere, do something that'll let this nervous energy off. ] That's two times I got punched in the face today.

What was the first one for?

[her head tilts, curiosity peeking,]

Being a dick?

...no.

[ he's not thinking about it, he's just mildly offended, even though he can see where the guess is coming from. ] I had a job.

[ which he doesn't really want to elaborate on, especially to a mostly-stranger. but he's tired, and mostly he just wants to take a nap, which he probably can't do right now. ]

[effy shakes her head, rolling her eyes. she pulls out a lighter -- which she found on her second escapade around the club -- and her pack of cigarettes.]

Idiot.

[ hey, that's a mean thing to say... but also true. ] What do you mean?

[ he eyes her cigarette with some desire, but ends up just looking away again. he doesn't exactly make it a habit to hang out with people. ] 's not like I did it on purpose.

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