"You bloody git! I'm kicking your ass all the way back to where you
bloody came from!" As he entered the room, Hank raised his eyebrows
slightly and he turned to Bobby Drake and Kurt, who were watching the
transgression with faint smirks.
"What on earth is going on?" he asked, walking up to them.
"Logan used up the last of Pete's matches. When Pete confronted him about it, he broke the last of his cigarettes." Bobby laughed.
"Why on earth did he do that?" Hank asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Visdom decided to scream in his face about zhe matches instead of talking." Kurt pointed out. "As you know from us being here zhree days naow, he does not like being yelled at."
"Oh dear, something tells me Pete is going to be nursing a broken jaw." Hank sighed.
"I've got five silver on his nose." Bobby volunteered.
"Und I am betting three gold on a simple black eye." Kurt added, smirking.
"Well that is just disgusting. For shame on you two, placing bets on what kind of injury our dear friend Pete will suffer at the hands of Logan!" Hank said, placing his hands on his hips.
"You wanna join in?" Bobby asked with a smirk. Hank looked dead serious for a moment, making Kurt and Bobby shift slightly.
"One pink pearl for busted teeth." He said calmly, holding up his betting piece. Smirking, the three watched as Logan and Pete shouted back and forth at each other.
"Look, Wisdom! Yell at me again, and I'm going to beat the ever living shit out of you." Logan growled, shifting his cigar to the other side of his mouth.
"Oh really?" Pete sneered, placing his hands on his hips. He grabbed Logan's cigar and he crumbled it in his hand, throwing it in Logan's face. "What now?" he demanded.
"I'll get the mop." Bobby muttered.
"You really shouldn't have done that, you limey bastard." Logan snarled, baring his teeth and narrowing his eyes.
"Bring it on!" Pete shouted.
Logan's fist moved so fast, Pete didn't even realize he'd been hit for a few moments. Then, he felt a warm wetness flowing down to his lips, and he tasted copper. Placing a hand on his nose, he winced and pulled it away, heavy with blood. He passed out a second later.
"Pay up." Bobby laughed, holding out a hand. As everyone paid Bobby, Warren walked into the room and he shook his head with a sigh.
"Again?" he asked Logan.
"Limey bastard started it this time." Logan said, shrugging his shoulders helplessly. Rolling his eyes, Warren dragged Pete's body to the medic room.
"We've been here three days and Pete's been in the medic room five times all ready!" he sighed.
"What on earth is going on?" he asked, walking up to them.
"Logan used up the last of Pete's matches. When Pete confronted him about it, he broke the last of his cigarettes." Bobby laughed.
"Why on earth did he do that?" Hank asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Visdom decided to scream in his face about zhe matches instead of talking." Kurt pointed out. "As you know from us being here zhree days naow, he does not like being yelled at."
"Oh dear, something tells me Pete is going to be nursing a broken jaw." Hank sighed.
"I've got five silver on his nose." Bobby volunteered.
"Und I am betting three gold on a simple black eye." Kurt added, smirking.
"Well that is just disgusting. For shame on you two, placing bets on what kind of injury our dear friend Pete will suffer at the hands of Logan!" Hank said, placing his hands on his hips.
"You wanna join in?" Bobby asked with a smirk. Hank looked dead serious for a moment, making Kurt and Bobby shift slightly.
"One pink pearl for busted teeth." He said calmly, holding up his betting piece. Smirking, the three watched as Logan and Pete shouted back and forth at each other.
"Look, Wisdom! Yell at me again, and I'm going to beat the ever living shit out of you." Logan growled, shifting his cigar to the other side of his mouth.
"Oh really?" Pete sneered, placing his hands on his hips. He grabbed Logan's cigar and he crumbled it in his hand, throwing it in Logan's face. "What now?" he demanded.
"I'll get the mop." Bobby muttered.
"You really shouldn't have done that, you limey bastard." Logan snarled, baring his teeth and narrowing his eyes.
"Bring it on!" Pete shouted.
Logan's fist moved so fast, Pete didn't even realize he'd been hit for a few moments. Then, he felt a warm wetness flowing down to his lips, and he tasted copper. Placing a hand on his nose, he winced and pulled it away, heavy with blood. He passed out a second later.
"Pay up." Bobby laughed, holding out a hand. As everyone paid Bobby, Warren walked into the room and he shook his head with a sigh.
"Again?" he asked Logan.
"Limey bastard started it this time." Logan said, shrugging his shoulders helplessly. Rolling his eyes, Warren dragged Pete's body to the medic room.
"We've been here three days and Pete's been in the medic room five times all ready!" he sighed.