Ok sounds good to me! *Hunter says back in a chipper mood. He didn't want to fight, because really, why did it matter? Hunter would still be asleep until after Jase got back anyway, he also didn't want to distract Jase from his hit tomorrow, by being a stubborn ass. He flopped down onto his bed and pulled off his clothes, tossing them onto the floor in between the beds ans kicks back the covers and crawls under the sheets.*
[Anna wasn't exactly anticipating a knock-down, drag-out brawl on her night off from work. Let alone at a bar. And she most certainly did not plan on catching knuckles to the side of her face with such force that it nearly broke her cheek bone. However, she made the guy pay for it with a boot to several uncomfortable places that would not leave bruises but would hurt like hell for a while. Oh, and she left him handcuffed to a beam from the ceiling. Just for the amusement of whichever poor uniform got stuck dealing with the drunk bastard.
And now she was in Jase's apartment, an ice pack on one side of her face while she actually passed out on his shoulder from the pain.]
[he knew she could handle herself, even with three of the same guys on her at once. Maybe. In any case, Jase was amused more than concerned. He tipped his shoulder a little lower, his hand crossing over to press the ice briefly, lips close to her hair as he whispered -] Hey... you awake?
[Anna shifted at the dip of Jase's shoulder, instinctively curling in to him for safety and comfort before her brain could process the action. The press of ice to her face and the whisper brought her out of her unconscious state with a wince, and she groaned.] ...I am now.
[She gets herself to her feet with his help, groaning helplessly at the pain from her aching, bruised body, and she gets a little snippy, unfortunately.] You callin' me fat? Thanks.
Just heavy. [he winks, leaning down a little before yes - he does swoop her into his arms slowly. It might not be swift, but he'd carry her all the same.] Happy, Princess?
You're so charmin', Jason. [She says dryly, grunting in protest as he literally sweeps her off her feet. However, her head lolls to rest against his shoulder and in very Anna fashion, she buries her face into his neck. Her reply is a tired mumble.] I could've done it myself. And don't call me Princess.
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And now she was in Jase's apartment, an ice pack on one side of her face while she actually passed out on his shoulder from the pain.]
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Jase wraps his arm over her a little tighter, nudging her to rise.] Come on - you ain't exactly light and I'm too tired to lift ya.
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