Oh ill get drunk all night(Dylan)

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

Dylan assumed the fight was over, perhaps even tied. They both were banged up all because Blaze couldn't handle a few insults thrown at him. A drunk Dylan is a thoughtless Dylan, so of course as he stood up again Blaze was charging him. And boy even Dylan drunk as he was could see just how angry he was. He could see alot of blood and Blaze's face staring at him.

He was now against the wall, a large calloused guitar hand holding him there. Another fist was coming for Dylan, trying to push Blaze away in a bit of a panic. Using as much force possibly, he aimed a kick right at Blaze's crotch. Maybe it would save him from another terrible punch.

[BLAZE JACKSON REED]

Here was Blaze standing right over Dylan. Oh people were wanting someone to beat some sense into this kid. Blaze was so glad to be the guy to do it. All Blaze could see currently was Dylan. He was watching his movement very very carefully. As Blaze came towards the punch, he felt him give a hard push. Moving back a little, Blaze saw it coming. Moving his hand down below and his other above, he caught Dylan's low blow.

With his foot now in hand, Blaze gave him a bash on the knee, then throwing his leg back to the ground. With a quick, sharp, cold look towards Dylan, Blaze smiled. But this was no nice smile, there was pain behind this smile, and it was going towards Dylan. Blaze went forward again, though this time grabbing Dylan by the head and smashing it into the wall with great force. Blaze was tired of this, he just wanted to drink.

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

He could feel alot of eyes on them, like it was a fight only for their entertainment. Blaze looked menacing and drunk. Dizzy, he could barely figure out how he'll beat Blaze down when he was the one down. He tried to kick him. Yeah, it was a cheap shot but Dylan was desperate and not exactly an honorable person in the first place.

He felt pain smash into his knee. Shit. He clutched it, hurting but managed to see Blaze look even more crazy. Before he had time to react, Blaze was lifting him up by his scalp. He tried to grab his wrists but then he felt himself crash into the well, he went limp and was knocked out cold.

[BLAZE JACKSON REED]

Here was Blaze, watching as Dylan would now go into the wall. With a loud THUD, Dylan dropped to the ground. Blaze looking down at the lifeless body of Dylan, a cruel laugh left his lips. Was that all he had? Blaze now grabbing the unconscious body of Dylan. The crowd here was going wild. As he seen some girls run up to him, passing him a towel.

Here he was, Blaze gave Dylan a huge toss right out the door. Blaze then began wiping the blood on his face off. Blaze wondered how long Dylan would lay there. Would he be there all night? Blaze gave another laugh as the thought passed his mind. It would be funny to be leaving and see Dylan's body still laying there.

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

Dylan awoke with a loud plop on the ground. It was quiet. He managed to open eyes a little more widely and sit up. Holy shit he was dizzy and everything somehow hurt, distantly as if not relevant to what was going on right now. He groaned under his breath, as he tried his best to remember what the hell happened. It didn't take long to remember when he heard the commotion behind him inside the house. Oh. Blaze. Blaze. He remembered indifferently.

He tried to unsteadily get to his feet before he doubled over to puke. Lovely. Wiping his mouth, he began to remember the fight with more fury. Oh hell no. Never mind what losing a battle so publicly would do to his infamous reputation, this was personal. Blaze had thrown him out like the trash. He made a quick, clumsy trip back to his car and then returned to the house. He walked in, quietly. Nearly no one took much notice of him. He found Blaze by the bar again. He pulled out a gun from where he hid it in his pocket and shoved it to the back of his neck, to gain his attention. A few girls let out a cry.

[BLAZE JACKSON REED]

That was a satisfying win for Blaze. He even got to throw the poor punk out the door. Blaze sitting at the bar, as a lovely lady was already working on healing Blaze. Slapping a large band-aid onto his forehead. " I need a drink." Blaze spoke, and before he could say another word he saw a beer fly across the counter. A thanking nod towards a girl. Blaze stretched his arms out. What a hard night.

Blaze taking a sip of his beer, not paying attention to what was around him, his attention soon turned to a girl that shouted. After that, he felt a cold piece of metal touch the back of his neck. Blaze let his jaw drop, next thing you know people are shouting that Dylan has a gun. Blaze knew exactly where that gun was. "Now now Dylan, who gave you that toy. Didn't someone tell you never to play with guns?" Blaze asked. His voice in a mocking like tone. This really wasn't the best idea when you have a gun to your neck.

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

He wondered vaguely if he'd remember that much of this in the morning. It didn't matter. As long as he did it and everyone else remembered that Dylan wasn't some guy to be pushed around. And he certainly wasn't going to be known as Blaze's punching bag. A grim, almost evil satisfaction tugged on his lips, making him smirk in reply to Blaze's sarcasm. This guy was a real dumb ass wasn't he? His smirk didn't last long. He was too angry to be proud and smug right now.

He could pull the trigger, kill him right then and there. He wanted to but the nagging threat of jail made him refrain. Juvie had been hell but now he was 18, legal and if prosecuted, he'd have to go to prison. He didn't want to imagine anything worse than juvie, much less face it. "You've pissed me off Blaze." he said, feeling weary really. He grabbed a tuft of his hair and pulled it back. Shoving the gun at the side of his head. "Don't ever do that again. Don't so much as look at me again, or else, I swear, the safety is coming off this gun." he snarled, before jerking him away, letting go. He looked around, no one met his gaze. He was feared. Mission accomplished.

[BLAZE JACKSON REED]

Blaze had many different strategies in his mind. Blaze wasn’t much scared being at the barrel of a gun. In fact, he felt challenged. Blaze already proved he was much stronger than Dylan. Dylan just didn’t know when to be ebat, did he? He was just wishing for more trouble. Being pulled back by his hair, he had to listen to Dylan’s little speech. Dylan let go, and here he was not looking at Blaze, he was distracted by the crowd of people. Mistake number one, pointing a gun at Blaze, mistake two, taking your eyes off of blaze.

The second Dylan had taken his eyes off Blaze, Blaze went for it. Gripping Dylan by the gun hand and spinning him around. Blaze moved his free hand, to grip the top of the gun and rip it right out from his hands. Blaze moved his finger down towards the safety, flicking it off, then jamming it into the kidney of Dylan. The ball was in Blaze’s court now. ”What you going to do now Dylan?” Blaze laughed. Blaze could do w/e he wanted to right about now.

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

'What you going to do now Dylan?' Holy shit. Drunk Dylan practically handed him the gun. How had he been so stupid? He was drunk and not thinking. If he could just think, then he wouldn't be drinking would he? The whole point of drinking was not to think. He had practically signed his death warrant letting Blaze grab this gun and not even giving him the small, pitiful advantage of being able to think.

He tried not too look afraid but he knew he was no actor when he's drunk. It must be obvious. He felt the gun shoved into his stomach. Would Blaze actually pull the trigger? Dylan practically gulped as he tried not to move. What's worse, Blaze was drunk or at least buzzed. Who knows what the asshole would pull with even less gears grinding in his skull. He stared coldly, perhaps a little blankly, at Blaze. "What Blaze? You going to kill me?" he asked bluntly, wondering if he'd really die tonight. Guess he had it coming, he had been considering pulling that trigger on himself for a while anyways.