Abe took a swig from his whiskey glass, his eyes narrow and tired, he dragged the air through his teeth as he inhaled and sighed in a groaning manner. Through the smoky room he stared at Caira and Hyde, his bottom lip pushed out, a sour expression across his face.

"You seem salty." A harsh voice clawed at the back of Abe's head, Val stood behind him, her arms folded and a smirk stretched across her face. "Or jealous? I can't tell, the smoke is thick."

Abe's dead stare locked onto her, he searched for words but nothing came out of his mouth. Val's grin widened. "Mmh, I thought so. Well, there's plenty more fish in the sea, so to speak." She continued. Abe interrupted her, glaring. "Listen the fuck up, I ain't in the mood for your taunts Val. 'sides, they ain't dating, she's just repayin' him. Last I heard, that creep saved her ass, nothing more."

Val continued to grin, nodding. "Alright, whatever you say. I didn't know she was that comfortable around Hyde, though.". Abe took a long swig from his whiskey glass, finishing the last of it. "Get outta here, Val." he grunted, obviously not in the mood for her pestering. She nodded, walking away, her hand raised slightly in the air as a wave. "Enjoy your drunken lonesome evening."

Abe rested his head in the palms of his hands, still gazing over at the two. Val's words were sitting in his head, gnawing at him repeatedly. He pushed himself up from his chair quickly, taking a drunken stride towards the two, standing between them at the bar. "Heeeeey fellas- oh, I mean, guys. Whatever. What'cha up-to? Don't mind if I join, do you?" His ego and confidence huge, it was apparent to Caira that Abe was so obviously drunk. Caira put on a smile nudging him with her elbow. "Hey, sure Abe. How are you doing?" She looked at him, a cautious look in her eyes, and yet still trying to seem comfortable. There was always something about drunks that put Caira off. Hyde eyed Caira, he noted her body language, her lack of confidence- he took a drink from his glass, head turned slowly to face the bar, his eye kept on the two, however.

"Ah' I'm glad you asked, see Caira, I'm fine. Question is are you? You seem a little bit, outta your comfort zone. You know, people, places, they can mess you up. You look like you could... Eh, use a breather. You know? Get outta here, some fresh air, a different scenery..."- Hyde grunted and put a hand on Abe's shoulder, speaking lowly and somewhat calm.

"I think she's perfec'ly fine, lad. Ease up."

Abe snarled, his eyes narrow, smacking Hyde's hand away from his shoulder. "Ah get the fuck off'a me, you would say something like that, wouldn't you? You've obviously got it out for her, shit-stirrer."

Hyde stared at him blankly, a frown slowly growing soon after.

"Yeah you heard me, dick-for-brains." Abe continued. "You're obviously doing this outta spite."

Hyde climbed down from his barstool, towering over Abe, grabbing one of his arms tightly.

"The fuck are you talkin' about? 'Ow about, you put a bloody sock in it?" Hyde snarled, his eye narrow, gazing at Abe. Abe growled, snatching his arm away, turning around and walking away slowly. He quickly changed his mind, turning around and throwing a punch towards Hyde. "You leave her alone you piece'a shit!" A fist met with Hyde's face- resulting in Hyde flipping out. He roared, tackling Abe to the ground, one hand pinning one of Abe's arms, the other gripping his neck. "Knock it the fuck off! This was 'er idea not mine!" Hyde's hand relinquished Abe's wrist, throwing a hard punch to his face. The crowd of hunters rushed in, faces appalled and horrified. Markov grabbed Hyde from the back, grabbing an arm and putting it in a lock behind his back. "Hyde, you must stop! Abe is not monster! We hurt monster, not own kind!".

Hyde yelled and growled in pain as Markov pushed his arm further up his back. "I didn't fuckin' start this! Let go'a me fucks sake!". Markov pulled him up away from Abe, who was knocked out cold. Caira stared at the scene, her face pale and her eyes full of dismay- she stood there like a statue, silent and still.

Cabot stood tall, a grim expression across his face. He grunted and stared at Hyde. "Hyde. Dismissed. Get back to your room, we'll talk about this later. Markov nodded at Cabot, releasing his grip on Hyde's arm. Hyde growled, storming off down the corridor into his room.

"Medics. Check the damage and patch him up, pronto." Val and Ðorde got on the scene, Caira stood still, ignoring the request. Cabot noticed Caira, he nodded toward her. "Dismissed, Caira."

Caira blinked, looking up and nodding back at Cabot, leaving the bar promptly. Cabot groaned, rubbing his eyes. "We really can't afford petty fights like this at such a crucial time like this..." He sighed, watching as Ðorde and Val fixed Abe up. Bucket's LED Eyepiece fixated on Cabot, a calm reassuring tone emitted from him. "It is human nature for your kind to come to disagreements. It cannot be helped, sadly. In addition, Abraham was quite intoxicated when he initiated said fight, another factor as to why such things occur."

Cabot nodded, a finger and thumb rubbing his chin in thought. He turned on his heels before walking away in silence. Bucket clanked and rattled, following his lead.