WORK IS (SO) OVERRATED

[James DeWolfe]

Damn fucking right! I'm worth more than your sorry ass will ever be!

James continued to struggle with Charlie until he was able to get a grip on himself and yank himself away from his best friend. Normally he'd allow Charlie to keep a hold on him until he'd calmed down completely, but at the moment he was so infuriated with Saint that he couldn't stop himself from being this aggressive; he wanted to rip her head off and he wasn't able to do that with Charlie holding onto him like he was. Sorry Charlie.

Yeah, dick head! Let him go so I can kick his ass the right way!

Soon, he was free from Charlie and so filled with rage that he'd lunged at Saint just as another of his band mates filled the space in Rushmore's.

Having difficulty, Red? James laughed so hard.

Actually, probably too hard since Saint met him halfway in the lunging of her that they ended up slamming and rolling to ground - the wind was forced out of his lungs and a great pressure began to build up on his chest, increasing as his mortal enemy attempted to straddle him.

"FUCKYOUSAINT!" Was all he could manage to say as he struggled to keep an upper hand on his opponent; who was fairly skilled in the ways of fighting. He was just making it increasingly difficult for her, the way he liked it. There was no way that he was going to relinquish control in this situation; it was would be catastrophic.

However, Charlie's voice announcing that he was leaving momentarily stunned him and James lapsed into stillness for all of three seconds; giving Saint the opportunity to get on top of him, as he lashed out with his hands and attempted to kick her in the ass.

[Dare Talent]

On and on, reckless abandon

Something's wrong, this is gonna shock them

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--> Dare grinned this was much more eventful then he had planned. Of course the witty bantering back and forth was probably the most interesting part of it all. "Damn fucking right! I'm worth more then your sorry ass will ever be!"

--> Dare leaned back against a nearby counter silently wishing for popcorn. But not that he really liked popcorn. It got stuck in his teeth and that was nasty. Nah, he decided he rather have one of those sour straw things. Yeah! Let him go so I can kick his ass the right way!" He was suddely done day dreaming about the sour straws and his attention was back on the fight

--> All yours pal!" Charlie said, patting Dare on the back as he left. Once again Dare was left silent. Without Charlie there things could get really ugly really fast. Dare mentally shrugged. Things couldn't get that bad...

--> "FUCKYOUSAINT!" Dare could tell that James was caught off guard by Charlie leaving in a way. Mostly he could tell because at that moment Saint got an advantage. "Pull her hair! It's right there in your face!" Dare advised him, still leaning nonchalantly on the counter. This was when the oppisite in a fight had long hair was a good thing. It was like an instant vunerablity.

Muse:Decent
Word Count: around 216
Lyrics: Dammit by blink-182

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[Saint Michaels]

YOU KNOW I'M BORN TO LOSE

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and gambling's for fools[/font]
BUT THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE IT, BABY
I don't wanna live forever[/font]

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Charlie had finally decided to give up and leave, but Saint was so busy beating on James and vice versa that she didn't immediately notice he was gone.

"FUCKYOUSAINT!"

"Eat shit and die!" she shouted back, her will and her anger never wavering. She was sick and tired of being jerked around by this asshole; this time, she was going to make sure he got what he deserved, even if it would cost her a job and a few stitches.

James stopped momentarily when he realized that Charlie was living, but that moment was all the redhead needed to finally straddle him. Once she was on top of him, her fists began to fly toward his head, hoping to hit him in the face and sides of the head. She felt his foot connect with her ass, causing her body to shift forward, but the vocalist never relinquished her control. She would continue to fight like hell.

"Pull her hair! It's right there in your face!"

Dare was advising his friend and her mortal enemy to grab her hair. Saint stopped for a split second to look up at him, the look of death in her eyes. "Don't worry, jerkoff! You're next!"

It wasn't a threat. It was a promise. As soon as she was done with asshole #1, she'd take care of him. Charlie was smart by leaving, since he'd escaped her death wrath. He wasn't too bad anyway, but had he stayed, she'd still find the urge to fight him, too.

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AND DON'T FORGET THE JOKER !

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[James DeWolfe]

Eat shit and die!

There was no way in hell that Saint was going to stop fighting with him, and him with her. They were both so damn hot headed and violent when the time came for it. Eventually one of them would end up killing the other and that could be potentially problematic - James had a feeling that it would be Saint to murder him, probably in his sleep if she could.

At the moment he didn't seem to notice that all the customers whom had been in the store moments earlier were now leaving rather quickly, but Dare remained behind. Even Charlie had gone, which had been a smart move; he didn't want Saint to get her hands on his friends. However, the only problem was that when Charlie left, James had looked up to say something, giving Saint the perfect opportunity to straddle him. Damn.

Her fists were flying towards his head, obviously she was intent on hurting him, but he didn't want her to. He wanted to hurt her more. James brought his hands up to his face and shielded it with his forearms, then quickly changed his mind and shielded his face with one arm and used his other to...

Pull her hair! It's right there in your face!

... what a good idea.

Don't worry, jerkoff! You're next!

James wrapped his fingers around a chunk of her hair and pulled as roughly as was possible, at the same time he thrusted his other hand in an upwards direction, hoping to hit her in the face.

"Oh darling, so terribly sorry, but you are not going to lay a hand on Dare."

The guitarist started to move, his whole upper body shifted upwards so that he could sit. His fist flew in the air, again, however one of Saint's fist caught him in the side of the head so hard that he ended up back on his back. James yanked at her hair again; he needed to keep her away from Dare.

[Dare Talent]

On and on

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A reckless abandon[/font][/color]
Something's wrong[/font][/color]
This is gonna shock them[/font][/color]

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--> Dare knew the extent of Saint's fury. Not only had he seen James encounter it numerous times but he, himself, had also encountered it. Saint was one of the few people that had ever given Dare a black eye. Of course like every guy on the planet Dare had been lectured on how to treat a girl. But to him Saint didn't count as a girl so technically the whole 'how to treat a girl' didn't apply here.

--> Dare watched with interest, no longer spacing, on the fight. Of course he would step in, but he knew James would rather beat up on Saint alone. It would also be an unfair fight. Which wouldn't be appealing at all. So Dare had the only option of basically shouting out advice everyone once in a while. Of which James took. Dare's second option was to keep Saint busy by talking to her and blinding her with anger for him. Which knowing Saint, just might work...

James pulled her hair, grabbing a chunk of it in his hand and pulling hard. Dare whooped. There was a small distraction there.

--> "Oh darling, so terribly sorry, but you are not going to lay a hand on Dare."

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--> Sadly as soon as it seemed James might pull out a win, Saint punched him in the head and James was landed on his back..again. Time for option two.

--> "So sorry you won't be able to touch me, Saint. I know how much you'd love to."[/color] Dare grinned at her and spoke as if he was telling a simple fact. Which of course would blind Saint with fury and option two would be a success...he hoped.

--> In a way Dare didn't exactly want to continue taunting Saint in the case that she might take the rage of Dare out on James. Of course he didn't want that. So he had to think of another option one. What advantage did James have on Saint..? Well he would've advised James to continue to yank her hair...but he was doing that. Everything was covered. Dare mentally shrugged and went back to his almost dazed, 'cherry sour straws sould reeeaaaaly good right now' faze. Or that's what it completely looked like.

--> Suddenly an idea hit him. Maybe thinking of those sour straw was a good idea inspiration? Quickly Dare vanished. Where? To where the drumsticks were kept. At first he thought the idea of a drum stick kinda...lethal? But he knew they would fight until someone was seriously injured and he rather keep James alive, thank you very much. So he grabbed a thick drum stick and returned to the fight. He seemed to have a saunter in his step because he had figured out the advantage.

--> He knew Saint couldn't really see him because she was busy beating on James and James was below her so of course she was looking down and not aimlessly at the everything surrounding her. James had his hand clenched around Saint's firey hair. Making him appear as if he was holding fire. His other hand and arm was being used to deflect blows. In that hand Dare handed James the drum stick.

--> "Think this will come in handy."[/color] Dare said simply. He casually walked back to the counter so he could lean against it and over see the fight once more.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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