[for owen] Act 3: People Love Explosions

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Mark had had the best night. Never mind he'd had to watch Tosh dance with Harkness. Never mind the fact that Maureen was pulling one of her dramas, which he should have expected after the show she'd been putting on for a few weeks. Never mind the fact that he could hear Mimi on the wind, laughing at how long it had taken him to get up the nerve. No

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Owen had wisely waited until he'd gotten Jackson back to Tosh before seeking Mark out. He hadn't expected to see him on the path, but he wasn't complaining.

He was actually rather pleased to be able to get this done with right away.

Owen would recognize that sandy blonde hair, those shoes and shorts that were trying so very hard to be 'artistic', and of course that full of himself and life bullshit gait. Oh Owen was going to have a field day with this fucker.

He growled lowly as he stalked up behind Mark and punched him right in the kidney. With any luck he'd be pissing blood for a week.

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Mark yelped in pain and whirled around, his hand automatically clutching his back. He looked confused for a second until he could focus through the pulsing haze and saw Owen.

"Shit, Owen, what..." he started, but it was a question that didn't need to be asked. This was what he'd been afraid would happen. Meeting him again was part of the reason he'd left Tosh's before she got her son back. Barely.

"Just chill, okay?"

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"Just Chill," Owen replied, sneering maliciously.

"Is that your solution to everything? Just fucking chill?" Owen growled, grabbing a fistful of Mark's shirt and pulling him close so he could punch him in the face. Tosh would probably kill him for this, but when did he give a fuck about what Tosh thought anymore?

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"No," he shot back, figuring if this was going to happen, he may as well not just take it like a pussy. Mark doubled his fist and slammed it into Owen's side, mostly just to get him to let go and back off.

He couldn't believe this was happening. The volume was up and the speed of it slowed to half time. He felt sick and he hurt and he really needed to pee all of a sudden. But above all that, he was buzzing. He felt alive. Fear and anger boiled up and for a second or two he didn't even care what this was about. He had never really gotten that fucked up inclination for violence some guys had, but he had a taste of it now.