hallway fights
Muses: LeeU and Park Yoochun
Location: Hallways of dorms
Status: Closed
Completion: Finished
Rating: PG-13 for violence and swearing
Summary: A fight erupts between two drunk guys in the hallway, sorry for the blood stains.
Type: Log
Micky swayed slightly as he walked to his dorm; he decided to hit one of his regular clubs today and have a little fun with his pals. He took it a little too far and briefly remembers trying to get the bartender's phone number and being stuffed into a taxi before he ended up here. His mind was fogged by the intake of too much alcohol but he felt irritated for whatever reason. It probably had something to do with the mysterious stain on his trousers.
Micky stumbled when he bumped shoulders with someone in the hallway and he turned to them with an annoyed expression. "Watch where you're going." He said, slurring slightly. He really had too much to drink tonight but his wallet was empty, his trousers were ruined and he didn't like the way the punk looked anyways.
Leeu had had a fun night of drinking with Kan and Yejun, but now it was time to head back to his room. Of course it seemed the moment he stood up it all started to hit him and he felt incredibly buzzed and light headed, gripping the wall as he stumbled a few steps headed for the elevator, not daring to chance the stairs. Vision blurring and seeing double almost, he stumbled abit more over his own feet and knocked shoulders with someone, hard.
"Tch...Why don't you watch where you're going!" he shouted,words a bit slurred as he turned over his shoulder and glared, or tried to glare. Eyes falling on the figure of someone he knew, it took a moment for things to register and when they did, Leeu seemed more pissed than before. "Yah, you!" he curled his lip, standing there, wavering a bit with his arms crossed over his chest, a hard expression in his eyes. "Who d'you think you are talkin to melike that?!
Micky rolled his eyes, or at least tried too in his state. He knew that tone, it was the "My Daddy is rich and can sue your little poor ass because I'm better than you." kind of tone. These type of people he hated the most and he usually wasn't the type to get worked up about this. Just get over it and walk away but the booze was obviously getting to his mind and he huffed at him indignantly. "I think I'm a living person titled to my own opinions, thank you very much." Micky spat out, bitter and angry.
"What are you going to do about it huh?" Micky challenged stepped closer to him. "Are you going to call dad up and cry to him about how I ruined your - god knows how much it cost - shirt?" Micky tsked, turning away,"Get over yourself."
Leeu wasn't one to start fights. Not now, not ever - but he also wasn't one to back down. Glaring right up in Micky's eyes from under auburn bangs, he narrowed his pretty almond shaped orbs into slits and snorted, fist balling up by his side. "Don't talk to me like that! You're the clumsy ass who fucking ran into me," he glowered, cursing, which was unlike himself.
When he stepped closer, Leeu only copied him, bringing himself right up to the taller boy's face. "Tch, someone's bitter. Sorry you have to shop at the Gap!," he laughed bitterly, anger flashing in his eyes.
Micky balled up his fast at his words and turned abruptly around, he was right, this person was looking down on him. No one, let's make that clear, no one will look down on Park Yoochun. Micky grabbed the boy's collar and pulled him in close, he can smell the alcohol on him. "Excuse me?" Micky glowered at him, Micky had gotten into a few fights before in America whenever racist bastards would make fun of his little brother. Compared to the guys in America, this skinny ass punk was no match. "Dare to say that again? I can beat you with no problem. I suggest you turn around and walk away before I do something dangerous." Micky threatened, giving the boy a nice shake.
He snorted when he Micky seemed to be right up in his face. Squinting, he could just make out his features and he thought maybe he'd seen him somewhere before. When grabbed he made a sudden noise of shock but quickly covered it with a growl, hand flying to the other's wrist that had grabbed him. "Yah!" he twisted. "If you so much as put a scratch on me, I'll---" he didn't have time to say much more when he was shaken, head spinning for a second before he landed a swift, hard kick to the older boy's thigh. "You don't scare me!" he shouted at him, though honestly deepinside he knew he was screwed, no where near a match for him in size or weight..
Micky let out a grunt of pain when he felt a strong kick to his thigh, he let go of the boy and clutched his thigh. He faced the boy and and shook his head. "You're gonna wish you didn't do that." Micky said, landing a hard unbalanced punch; almost missing the boy's face but it got his nose and he was quite happy with the impact it made. If he was drunk he would have done it quicker, faster and much stronger but right now he didn't have the power to think of accuracy or strategy. His game plan right now was too beat the shit out of this stuck up brat.
He knew that he'll probably regret this if he really does call his dad and he gets sued for assault because he sure as hell can't afford a good lawyer. He landed a second punch towards his arm and this time missed, he cursed under his breath. Damn booze.
Leeu didn't think he'd get punched - didn't pin this skinny guy for having the guts to dare bruise his pretty face. If anything, he expected an apology to come from the other, and not the blow to his nose that left him reeling. It wasn't as hard of a punch as it could have been, but being drunk he was already unstable and having a hard time balancingon his own two feet. He fell back against the wall, crying out in pain as he clutched his nose which dripped a bit of blood onto the floor and his own hand. "Y-Y-you!!!!" he screamed, moving to miss the punch to his arm,instead he ran right at the other, and tried to tackle him, bleeding on his shirt most likely as he scrambled and stumbled a little, a messy fighter,having little to no experience with these things.
Micky fell backwards, not expecting the tackle and letting out a loud grunt when his back hit the floor, along with the weight of the boy on top of him. He grabbed the boy's arms and pinned him against the ground kneeing him in the stomach. At this point he doesn't exactly remember how he got into this position, something about GAP and rick people but all he knew was that he was angry as hell and this kid was the cause of it. He felt a small amount of pride in the blood that trickled down his nose and raised his arm for another punch when his phone vibrated in his pocket. It was Min's ringtone, with growl he got off of the boy and silenced his phone. Gosh, what was he doing, beating up a little boy. "I hope that teaches you a lesson fucker." Micky growled turning away and walked to his dorm, confident that he wasn't going to attack him again.
He seemed triumphant when his tackle worked and he managed to knock the taller, larger guy to the floor, but all too soon he lost his advantage. Falling on his back he hardly had time to block the blow to his stomach that knocked the wind out of him and left him coughing, curling up on his side out of instinct, blood still tricking down his face messily. He groaned in pain biting down hard on his lip. But by the time he rolled onto his back, the other was already moving away and he was too slow to attack him. Reaching blindly he tried to grab his ankle but fell short and ended up landing back on the floor with a grunt. "Uhn..Bastard..." Leeu grit out, pushing himself up onto his hands and knees, wiping bloody hands off on his jeans as he leaned back against the wall and breathed heavily.
Location: Hallways of dorms
Status: Closed
Completion: Finished
Rating: PG-13 for violence and swearing
Summary: A fight erupts between two drunk guys in the hallway, sorry for the blood stains.
Type: Log
Micky swayed slightly as he walked to his dorm; he decided to hit one of his regular clubs today and have a little fun with his pals. He took it a little too far and briefly remembers trying to get the bartender's phone number and being stuffed into a taxi before he ended up here. His mind was fogged by the intake of too much alcohol but he felt irritated for whatever reason. It probably had something to do with the mysterious stain on his trousers.
Micky stumbled when he bumped shoulders with someone in the hallway and he turned to them with an annoyed expression. "Watch where you're going." He said, slurring slightly. He really had too much to drink tonight but his wallet was empty, his trousers were ruined and he didn't like the way the punk looked anyways.
Leeu had had a fun night of drinking with Kan and Yejun, but now it was time to head back to his room. Of course it seemed the moment he stood up it all started to hit him and he felt incredibly buzzed and light headed, gripping the wall as he stumbled a few steps headed for the elevator, not daring to chance the stairs. Vision blurring and seeing double almost, he stumbled abit more over his own feet and knocked shoulders with someone, hard.
"Tch...Why don't you watch where you're going!" he shouted,words a bit slurred as he turned over his shoulder and glared, or tried to glare. Eyes falling on the figure of someone he knew, it took a moment for things to register and when they did, Leeu seemed more pissed than before. "Yah, you!" he curled his lip, standing there, wavering a bit with his arms crossed over his chest, a hard expression in his eyes. "Who d'you think you are talkin to melike that?!
Micky rolled his eyes, or at least tried too in his state. He knew that tone, it was the "My Daddy is rich and can sue your little poor ass because I'm better than you." kind of tone. These type of people he hated the most and he usually wasn't the type to get worked up about this. Just get over it and walk away but the booze was obviously getting to his mind and he huffed at him indignantly. "I think I'm a living person titled to my own opinions, thank you very much." Micky spat out, bitter and angry.
"What are you going to do about it huh?" Micky challenged stepped closer to him. "Are you going to call dad up and cry to him about how I ruined your - god knows how much it cost - shirt?" Micky tsked, turning away,"Get over yourself."
Leeu wasn't one to start fights. Not now, not ever - but he also wasn't one to back down. Glaring right up in Micky's eyes from under auburn bangs, he narrowed his pretty almond shaped orbs into slits and snorted, fist balling up by his side. "Don't talk to me like that! You're the clumsy ass who fucking ran into me," he glowered, cursing, which was unlike himself.
When he stepped closer, Leeu only copied him, bringing himself right up to the taller boy's face. "Tch, someone's bitter. Sorry you have to shop at the Gap!," he laughed bitterly, anger flashing in his eyes.
Micky balled up his fast at his words and turned abruptly around, he was right, this person was looking down on him. No one, let's make that clear, no one will look down on Park Yoochun. Micky grabbed the boy's collar and pulled him in close, he can smell the alcohol on him. "Excuse me?" Micky glowered at him, Micky had gotten into a few fights before in America whenever racist bastards would make fun of his little brother. Compared to the guys in America, this skinny ass punk was no match. "Dare to say that again? I can beat you with no problem. I suggest you turn around and walk away before I do something dangerous." Micky threatened, giving the boy a nice shake.
He snorted when he Micky seemed to be right up in his face. Squinting, he could just make out his features and he thought maybe he'd seen him somewhere before. When grabbed he made a sudden noise of shock but quickly covered it with a growl, hand flying to the other's wrist that had grabbed him. "Yah!" he twisted. "If you so much as put a scratch on me, I'll---" he didn't have time to say much more when he was shaken, head spinning for a second before he landed a swift, hard kick to the older boy's thigh. "You don't scare me!" he shouted at him, though honestly deepinside he knew he was screwed, no where near a match for him in size or weight..
Micky let out a grunt of pain when he felt a strong kick to his thigh, he let go of the boy and clutched his thigh. He faced the boy and and shook his head. "You're gonna wish you didn't do that." Micky said, landing a hard unbalanced punch; almost missing the boy's face but it got his nose and he was quite happy with the impact it made. If he was drunk he would have done it quicker, faster and much stronger but right now he didn't have the power to think of accuracy or strategy. His game plan right now was too beat the shit out of this stuck up brat.
He knew that he'll probably regret this if he really does call his dad and he gets sued for assault because he sure as hell can't afford a good lawyer. He landed a second punch towards his arm and this time missed, he cursed under his breath. Damn booze.
Leeu didn't think he'd get punched - didn't pin this skinny guy for having the guts to dare bruise his pretty face. If anything, he expected an apology to come from the other, and not the blow to his nose that left him reeling. It wasn't as hard of a punch as it could have been, but being drunk he was already unstable and having a hard time balancingon his own two feet. He fell back against the wall, crying out in pain as he clutched his nose which dripped a bit of blood onto the floor and his own hand. "Y-Y-you!!!!" he screamed, moving to miss the punch to his arm,instead he ran right at the other, and tried to tackle him, bleeding on his shirt most likely as he scrambled and stumbled a little, a messy fighter,having little to no experience with these things.
Micky fell backwards, not expecting the tackle and letting out a loud grunt when his back hit the floor, along with the weight of the boy on top of him. He grabbed the boy's arms and pinned him against the ground kneeing him in the stomach. At this point he doesn't exactly remember how he got into this position, something about GAP and rick people but all he knew was that he was angry as hell and this kid was the cause of it. He felt a small amount of pride in the blood that trickled down his nose and raised his arm for another punch when his phone vibrated in his pocket. It was Min's ringtone, with growl he got off of the boy and silenced his phone. Gosh, what was he doing, beating up a little boy. "I hope that teaches you a lesson fucker." Micky growled turning away and walked to his dorm, confident that he wasn't going to attack him again.
He seemed triumphant when his tackle worked and he managed to knock the taller, larger guy to the floor, but all too soon he lost his advantage. Falling on his back he hardly had time to block the blow to his stomach that knocked the wind out of him and left him coughing, curling up on his side out of instinct, blood still tricking down his face messily. He groaned in pain biting down hard on his lip. But by the time he rolled onto his back, the other was already moving away and he was too slow to attack him. Reaching blindly he tried to grab his ankle but fell short and ended up landing back on the floor with a grunt. "Uhn..Bastard..." Leeu grit out, pushing himself up onto his hands and knees, wiping bloody hands off on his jeans as he leaned back against the wall and breathed heavily.