Bar Brawls and Bad Play...

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Running along the corridor and taking cover he felt the deck rumble as the grenade went off, an alarm sounded and he heard the people who had just left run back down the corridor.He smirked to himself, guys gotta have some fun once in a while.
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Chrysler was feeling pretty damn pleased with himself, he'd taken out the whole fleet of shuttles near single handedley, eluded the hamster, escaped a woman who claimed to be his wife and now he'd blown up the science lab. Quite a full day but morecarnage would be nice. It was then that he found himself back near where he'd started. Outside the ship's drinking establishment, staring down the barrel of a gun. A BIG gun to be precise, held by none other than: Dean Thomas!
 
"Oh, it's you Jay. Thought you were one of those blood-crazed pirates" said Dean, his rising panic quelled and his gun lowering. When his gun was finally back in the holster, Jay looked Dean in the eye. "What's the matter, you look colder then a night in the art...." Dean didn't finish, a swift fist, delivered by Jay, stopped his speech...
 
Jay followed this up with a right hook to Deans' cheek, "DUDE! I swear I didn't tell Alota about the..." WHACK! "You been sniffing the diesel oil again Jay?"  Dean saw Jay pull out a loaded pistol, "OH SMEG!" He yelled throwing himself behind a table as the shot flew over his head, "Jesus H Christ! He's smegging nuts!"
 
"You know, you corp. types are all the same, act tough til someone with a gun comes along then your all just a bunch of cowards! makes me wonder why i bother..." snarled Jay,
Dean pulled out his gun and set it to stun, "Right, thats it!" He popped up and fired a shot, which hit the floor next to Jay, Jay too dived behind the table, before long shots were being fired across the room at a high rate of knots. Around a 1/3 of them were stunners, and 2/3's were "Shoot to Kill(tm)"
Dean kicked over the table he was hiding behind, so that the surface was facing Jay giving him more to hit that wasnt importnat to Deans normal bodily functions. Holes appeared in the wood either side of Deans head...
"Blimey! This is not pretty, where's me radio?"
TSSSH
"Thomas here, EMERGENCY BACKUP needed, Jay's gone nuts! Parrotts bar, IMMEDIATE... DAMN!!! Cheap batteries! Knew I should have gone Duracell...." cursed Dean, but he froze as he heard a 'tink tink tink...' and watched as a grenade happliy bounced in front of him.
"SMEG!" Remembering his training, he threw it back, just in time, it exploded only 5 feet away, luckily the table protected him.
"Right, I'm not having this" said Dean, and out from his spare holster he pulled, "A PENCIL!?"
"What in the name of all that smegs is a pencil doing in my holster? Oh, theres a note too."
Dean read the note:
 
"Dean, sorry mate, had to borrow your gun will retunr it when i get back to the Dwarf, Jay.
p.s. we oughta go fer a bevvie."
 
"I'm gonna kill Jay!" yelled Dean.
"Oh, are you indeed?" was teh sarcastic reply from....
right behind Dean's face, he'd been too busy reading the note to realise that the shots had stopped.
"I'd stop moving if I were you..."
Jay slammed another fist into deans face, sending Dean reeling backward over the table. Dean struggled to get up, Jay took him by the collar nad pulled him to his feet, then slammed his face into the edge of the table.
"Jay"
BONK
"Why"
BONK""Are"
BONK
"You"
BONK
"Doing"
BONK
"This?"
"I thrive on carnage" replied Jay, watching as Dean blacked out. Jay nicked his wallet. Heading for the door, Jay suddenly fell over the outsretched legs of the unconscious Dean, Dean's wallet flew towards teh bar, and Jay hit the floor. Picking himself up, and swearing softly at Dean, he left Parrotts, feeling mightily pleased with himself....
 
Joint Post by Jay and Dean.