Party time.

[astronutty.livejournal.com]

There was an announcement on the bulletin board.

"COME ONE, COME ALL to a
PARTY TO REMEMBER!

MUSIC! DANCING! MARGARITAS! PIZZA!

WHERE: Star Tours, Tomorrowland
WHEN: Tonight, sundown
WHO: You, of course

RSVP not required; just bring an open mind and your dancing shoes!

-- *there are scribbles here, as if several signatures were written and then crossed out* John Crichton and I will kill you, you damn son of a"

Harvey smiled as he admired his handiwork. It'd been too long since he'd gotten out to see John's friends.

John glared from behind bars. "What the hell are you doing?" he bellowed.

"I'm making an effort to meet these nice people. After all, it doesn't do to stay cooped up in your head all day. It's unhealthy. Liable to make me a sociopath." Harvey grinned unnervingly. "And we wouldn't want that, would we?"

((As threatened, Harvey wants to party. Heh. It rhymes. Use the thread below for discussion, partying, what-not. Meet John! Meet Harvey! Meet both in the same sentence!

Also, apologies for not being around more -- both Real Emo Life and school have been kicking my ass something fierce.))

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[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"Oh, no, you're right, how silly of me, this is Tomorrowland, not Fantasyland. I bet you Mickey would forgive me for telling fairy tales, though. You know, Mickey Mouse? Who's apparently the only actual authority around here? As opposed to the pathetic petty dick-swinging bullshit you're trying to pull at the moment?"

[under-arrest-d.livejournal.com]

"Mickey is a kidnapper and a murderer," Leon growled. "The day he tells me how to do my job and I listen is the day I turn in my badge for good."

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"He's a...? You know, you don't look like an anti-corporate activist. So who would you be turning in your badge, exactly? I'm sure Mickey wouldn't mind if you kept it. Especially since you seem to need it as an erectile dysfunction aid."

[under-arrest-d.livejournal.com]

Leon closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was not going to lose his temper with this kid, he was not going to lose his temper with this kid, he was not. Besides, he was right. Leon really didn't have any real authority here. Besides, the kid wasn't actually drinking. "I'll be keeping eye on you, kiddo," he said after a moment. "And if I need to, I'll make a jail myself."

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"Gosh, I've never had a police officer make vague and unperformable threats to me before. I am impressed. Especially with the suggestion that you would, with no jurisdiction whatso-fucking-ever, grab someone you identified as a minor and forcibly confine him against his will. There's a word for that...you just said it a second ago, actually...hang on, it'll come to me..."

[under-arrest-d.livejournal.com]

Leon wondered how bad it would be if he beat the snot out of this kid. It didn't take long for him to decide that would probably be a very bad idea. This was exactly what happened when parents didn't raise their kids right. "It's called 'arresting.' I'm sure you're quite familiar with the term."

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

No, this was what happened when you went around reminding a guy of Sheriff Lamb. The not being raised right thing was purely incidental. "I'm so familiar with the term that I think I'd better correct you on it, officer-sir. That's what you call detainment with legal authority. Without legal authority it's called kidnapping. Subtle difference there, I know...stupid civil rights, always in the way..."

[under-arrest-d.livejournal.com]

Leon wasn't entirely sure he'd ever get used to not having actual legal authority. Especially since now that he wasn't following D around the world, he really had nothing to keep him occupied. "You more aggravating than D," he snarled.

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"I have no idea what you're talking about, but I'll take it as a compliment," said Logan. This was fun. "I can recite my Miranda rights if it'll up my score even further."

And, with a cheerful smile, he withdrew a flask from his jacket pocket, unscrewed the top, and took a swig. (He didn't have a lot of bourbon left in it from Cayce's party, maybe a couple full shots at best, but you had to make the most of these moments in life.)

[under-arrest-d.livejournal.com]

((...I feel bad for D. He's going to hear all about this. XDD;))

"Hey!" Leon growled, attempting to snatch the flask from Logan. "You can't drink that! Gimme that. Where'd you get it?" The last question was more so Leon could get some of his own, instead of some legal reasons.

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"This?" said Logan innocently, stumble-dancing back and waggling the flask in the air in classic keep-away style. "My grandfather left it to me. Or actually to my mom. It's a funny story, really..."

[under-arrest-d.livejournal.com]

"I meant what's in the flask, you goddamned brat," Leon growled, stepping towards Leon. "Give it here."

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

Logan grinned like...well, like a psychotic jackass. Some phrases were classics for a reason. "Make me."

[under-arrest-d.livejournal.com]

Well, the kid asked for it. And besides, he kept feeling the need to remind Leon that he wasn't a cop, which meant Leon didn't have to act like a cop. Leon was cranky enough as it was, what with the lack of cigarettes and the lack of booze. He grabbed for the kid's shirt and swung at his face.

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

Logan jerked to one side, not quite fast enough to keep the cop's fist from hitting hard, but enough to make it glance along his left cheekbone and send the two of them spinning. Laughing an odd, brief, high laugh, he aimed a knee at Leon's stomach.

[under-arrest-d.livejournal.com]

Leon had regretted it the second that his fist had connected, but once he got the knee in the gut, he stopped. He gasped for breath little, not letting go of Logan's shirt for a moment, and when he did it was only to grab his arm to attempt to get him on the ground.

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

What was the point of regretting a fight while you were in it? As soon as his shirt was released, Logan could get a better angle on a punch towards the guy's face, and having his arm grabbed only gave him leverage.

[under-arrest-d.livejournal.com]

Leon didn't really like using violence all that much, especially on people younger than him who technically hadn't done anything wrong. He would've cursed if he hadn't been winded, and could only try to block. He didn't do a very good job of it, and only managed to grab the kids other arm after it had connected with his face. "Goddamn punk kid," he wheezed, attempting to kick his feet out from under him and wishing he had a third arm so he could handcuff the bastard.

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

How original, Logan would have thought, if his mind hadn't gone all red-hazy as soon as the first punch landed. That was the difference between them - Logan did like using violence, liked it a little bit too much, all things considered. He'd been on his best behavior for a quite a while now, and letting that go was an unspeakable relief. Still grinning madly, he tripped a bit and tried to steady himself by gripping the cop's upper arms above where he was held, and bringing his knee up again.

((Must get to bed. ^_^ G'night!))

[under-arrest-d.livejournal.com]

Well, Leon could only really try to stay nice for so long. He dropped Logan's arms when he saw the knee coming, and jumped back, then lunched forward again, aiming for the his face again with his left hand, and hoping to follow up with his right hand in the stomach.

((Night~~))

[nigihyami.livejournal.com]

Having stood back, smirking quietly throughout Logan and Leon's 'discussion', Kohaku now decided that enough was enough, and changing into dragon form and coiling to fit in the enclosed space, he rumbled a warning and put his tail between the two opponents.