[center][h1][b][color=wheat]JE[/color][color=0072bc]CHO[/color][/b][/h1][/center]

[center][b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Everyone at the Party. Specifically [@HushedWhispers][/center]

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From his seated position, Jejomar had already seen enough. Grabbing two beer bottles from the table, he took a swig of each one, emptying both bottles with speed that could only be rivalled by the worst of drunks. He flung them both at Edgar's head, both missing him by centimetres and then smashing against the wall behind him. He stood with righteous fury, dropping his karaoke machine on the floor. He took another bottle of beer, this time empty, and slowly walked towards his prey. Karaoke Jay had taken over and he wasn't happy.

"[color=wheat]Oi! Tarantado boy! Ya messed with the wrong group today, little kupal![/color]" As stated numerous times, Karaoke Jay was nothing like Jejomar. Oh no. He was the direct opposite and when normal Jay wants a piece of someone, he gets drunk and let's [b]Him[/b] to take over. When he stood in front of the swearing man, he grabbed him by the throat, bringing the woozy man to his feet. Raising the beer bottle, he slammed it down on Edgar's head with anger that could only be second to Dom's. It shattered on his skull, the man letting out a cry of pain.

Karaoke Jay let him go and stepped back. There was a tense silence between the two of them before the Filipino spun on the spot, delivering a deadly roundhouse axe kick to Edgar's face. He was knocked to the floor, groaning in pain and no doubt hurting from several places. Not letting him recover for one second, he picked Eddy up from the floor, punching him in the eye before pummelling his solar plexus and gut with a mixture of punches and palm strikes. He followed up with grabbing his throat and bitch slapping Edgar with powerful swings, a mix of blood, teeth and saliva escaping from his mouth. The drunkard let him go after a full minute of slapping, letting him fall on the ground. Karaoke Jay looked done but paused, grinning from ear to ear. He stomped his foot on the gonads. The precious ones. The balls of ecstasy. The stomp magnets. He let him cry as he stood over him, taking another swig of a half empty vodka bottle lying on the ground. 

Echo ran over the moment Jay had finished beating the life out of Edgar, putting a foot on his gut before mustering up every ounce of courage she had in her and yelling “[color=0072bc]Enough![/color]” as loud as she could, which was a very surprising move coming from the fairly small girl. She looked around at all of her friends with almost disappointed eyes as she brushed a lock of hair from her face “[color=0072bc]Yes, I get it. He humiliated Nat and everyone hates him. I know[/color]” she pushed down on his stomach harder “[color=0072bc]But he’s not worth it. We’re here to celebrate Nat’s birthday, so why don’t we all sit down, have a drink and get Nat cleaned up.[/color]” Looking to Nat, she took her foot from Ed’s gut and stepped on him to walk over to the birthday girl, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down.

“[color=0072bc]You alright girl?[/color]” she asked, her voice now gentle and comforting, a bottle of her famous Irish cream in hand. “[color=0072bc]Here, brought you something.[/color]” she held it out, a ribbon decorating the bottle’s exterior and a small tag around it’s neck reading “Happy Birthday Nat!”

Meanwhile, Karaoke Jay looked down at the whimpering Edgar with a twinkle of madness before stepping away from the bloodied mass of cuts and bruises. Echo wouldn't have noticed the fact that he snuck in an extra stomp because the man made sure that his cries wouldn't be heard. She might've thought that he had done enough but the drunkard certainly didn't think that. But ruining a relationship with such a girl would've signed him a death wish with Jejomar. Walking towards the table and sitting down, he looked down at the bag on the floor. He grinned once more but decided that dealing with his now empty were more important than karaoke right now. It was more important than his bleeding knuckles as well. He took a slice from the cake and stuffed it into his mouth.