Yeah, I fuckin' know. Don't think Doc would want to see us making out... kinda fucking hope not anyway. [He gave a thoughtful look.] Dude, don't fucking stand with me under the mistletoe, back up a little.
Yeh shouldn't joke about shite like that, someone might take it seriously. Not that I blame yeh, I have a mighty fine arse.
*he pulls a face at that thought. It was one thing to tease Murphy about Doc giving them free drinks for a kiss, another of actually think that the old git might like it*
... *he knows that really, he should take a few steps back, but instead he gives Rocco a look* Yeh back up.
Oh, yeah? What take it seriously and shove your ass in my face or what?
[He snorts and when Dean doesn't step back, he straightens up a little and pulls a face.] What, are you trying to start up a game of gay chicken or what, Connor? C'mon, man. Move it.
*shaking his head, he stands his ground. Though he feels like he's just being stubborn, he's starting to think that actually he can't move back* Why don't yeh get out from under the mistletoe if yer so worried?
Got a better idea, kiss my fuckin' hairy Italian ass, you fuckin' mick.
[He's actually... well, he actually can't move back, he notices. But that'd be kinda fucking crazy to say so...] I ain't worried. Why the hell do you want to stay? Just hoping some chick will walk by or what?
[He takes a step forward, like that'll actually get Connor to back off. It never does.] Fuck you, Connor. I ain't scarin' off anybody, man. I was just standing here! [And okay, now, he can't exactly move back to where he'd been moments ago. Crap.]
*Connor squares up to Rocco. He never really means it when they do this. Sure, he'd fight him if it came to it, but its more about playing at being the tougher man, knowing that neither will take it to the next level* An' now I'm standin' here an' I reckon I have better chances than yeh.
*it takes a moment to realize what the Italian is referring to, but when he tries to step back he can't either* ... Aye... What the fuck's goin' on?
Who'd want to kiss some random fuckin' mick, man? Micks don't have the reputation of bein' good lovers... just loud, angry fuckin' drunks! [He huffs, arms crossing as he looks around.]
[Yeah, he doesn't fucking know what's up and it's frustrating.] I don't know, man. Persistent fuckin' mistletoe? [But that was crazy. Mistletoe didn't actually trap you or shit.]
I think yer barking up the wrong tree at Doc's, I really do... What ejit even hung that in here?
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[He snorted.] I don't know, there's some more all around the fuckin' place if you look. Think Doc got carried away?
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*he glanced around, noticing it as he drew level* Aye... What the fuck was he hopin' ta achieve? Not like many lasses come in here.
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Yeah, I fuckin' know. Don't think Doc would want to see us making out... kinda fucking hope not anyway. [He gave a thoughtful look.] Dude, don't fucking stand with me under the mistletoe, back up a little.
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*he pulls a face at that thought. It was one thing to tease Murphy about Doc giving them free drinks for a kiss, another of actually think that the old git might like it*
... *he knows that really, he should take a few steps back, but instead he gives Rocco a look* Yeh back up.
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[He snorts and when Dean doesn't step back, he straightens up a little and pulls a face.] What, are you trying to start up a game of gay chicken or what, Connor? C'mon, man. Move it.
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*shaking his head, he stands his ground. Though he feels like he's just being stubborn, he's starting to think that actually he can't move back* Why don't yeh get out from under the mistletoe if yer so worried?
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[He's actually... well, he actually can't move back, he notices. But that'd be kinda fucking crazy to say so...] I ain't worried. Why the hell do you want to stay? Just hoping some chick will walk by or what?
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*that doesn't actually sound so bad... By now, Connor's used to pushing that kind of thought about his best friend down though. It's just not normal*
I'd be waiting a long fucken time. 'Specially with yeh standin' here like yer about ta go in fer the kill. Yer scaring the few broads there are off!
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[He takes a step forward, like that'll actually get Connor to back off. It never does.] Fuck you, Connor. I ain't scarin' off anybody, man. I was just standing here! [And okay, now, he can't exactly move back to where he'd been moments ago. Crap.]
... Something's fuckin' weird here, Connor.
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*it takes a moment to realize what the Italian is referring to, but when he tries to step back he can't either* ... Aye... What the fuck's goin' on?
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[Yeah, he doesn't fucking know what's up and it's frustrating.] I don't know, man. Persistent fuckin' mistletoe? [But that was crazy. Mistletoe didn't actually trap you or shit.]
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