They needed a way to relive their stress . . .

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Despicable Behaviour

Johnny was on the outs with Lola (when wasn't he), and issues with the clique were driving him nuts. Normally, in this type of situation, he would turn to Peanut for advice, but lately, his best buddy had been unusually quiet and distant, so Johnny opted to leave him alone. He gave a frustrated groan, and kicked at a crumpled up beer can. It was useless, he was still angry. He started to fumble around in his pockets, until he came up with a pack of Marlboro's (Lite's, Peanut had been bugging him lately.) He stuck the cigarette between his lips, and reached into his jacket for his lighter, but came up empty.

"Fuck!"

He needed to get rid of all of this stress, and there was only one way to do that.

Beat the shit outta someone.

--

Derby sighed tiredly, unsure where to turn. Bif was his usual, but since they weren't on speaking terms, asking for advice would be rather complicated. Derby stood up and picked up a bottle of wine and poured himself another glass.

Getting drunk is what caused this in the first place!

That was right. Bif wasn't too pleased with his rather public display of affection with Pinky at last night's Harrington party.

What did he say again? It was all pretty vague right now.

Oh, right, "I know you have to be with her and all, but you could have at least waited until I was out of the room."

How the hell was he supposed to know what he was doing? He was drunk after all. Derby sighed again.

"I suppose drinking isn't really going to help the situation, is it?"

Derby put his glass down and stood up. He knew exactly what he would do.

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The P.A. system began to crackle, and came to life, and Ms. Danvers' irritatingly shrill voice came on.

"Johnny Vincent, your despicable behaviour towards Derby Harrington has been dually noted," she paused, "please report to Dr. Crabblesnitch's office immediatedly!"

Johnny gave Derby a lopsided grin, "Man oh man," Johnny chuckled, "if they think that is despicable . . ."

Derby rolled his eyes irritably, "Shut up Vincent," he growled, "and get back to what you were doing."

Johnny saluted him mockingly, "Yessir!"

The room was silent for a few moments, until Derby broke the calm with a groan.

"You know," Derby shuddered.

"Hmm?" Johnny mumbled against his skin.

Jesus, that felt good.

"this, Oh God," at that, Johnny smiled, "is never, ever, happening again."

"Whatever."