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When Claire first heard someone walking up, she shot them a sharp glare as a way of saying, 'I'm not in the mood, fuck off.' Thinking it was maybe that creep, or one of his friends, or worse, both. Claire didn't want anyone else bugging her.

But, getting a look of the girl (Maybe? Claire didn't know) made her realize that [i]possibly[/i] this could be pleasant. She lowered her guard a bit, but still kept her attention on the girl. She had blue hair, and blue eyes that matched. Had a young looking face, and was short, to the point where Claire wondered if she was even supposed to be here. There was some really heavy shit going on here, and she didn't think a fifteen year old could handle it.

Though, she could handle a cigarette, she asked for a lighter. Claire leaned over wordlessly as she blew out a puff of smoke, and lit the girl's cigarette. "There you go, sweetheart." Claire said as she blew out a puff of smoke, and returned back to her neutral position.

The girl decided to strike up a conversation with her, telling her what a great job she did by knocking that dude's teeth out. Though, she could tell that the girl didn't care about any of that, no. She just wanted to talk to Claire. How sweet. She grinned slightly, probably not enough to be noticed.

"Well, Rien, it's great to meet ya'," Claire said, refraining from giving her name for now, so she can continue with her speech. "And let me tell ya something, you need to stand up to freaks like that..." She took in the moment to take a long puff of her cigarette, before blowing it out, bitterly saying. 

"... Show a bit of weakness, and they'll be all over you." She showed a bit too much emotion (well, the wrong type of emotion) so she decided to change the subject. Well, like she said, the . "But, enough of that sweetheart...." She laughed as if she wasn't bothered by any of that. 

She posed in a way, she put a hand on her hip, and jutted her hip out a bit towards Rien. Holding a cigarette up to her her face. Putting on a bit of a dollface.

"... Please don't tell me you followed me out here just to talk about [i]that[/i]." Claire said in a sultry tone.


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Derrick seemed a little peeved, but they had bigger things to worry about at the moment. And at the moment, they had a furious Hagan to deal with. He seemed to be more focused on the others, probably because the girl with a fucked up leg, and another guy with a cane probably weren't high on his priority list. Jordan knew that would change at the drop of a hat if they are careless.

"Hey!" Hagan shouted at the girl, as she slammed the window shut, and disappeared into the lumber mill. Oooooh, boy. She was going to get it if he found her in there. He wouldn't hit her, but there was a big puddle of mud little miss hipster was begging to be thrown into. He ignored her for now. There was someone else he wanted to do. He turned to Chris Pope, and started shouting at him, and managed to scare off the other brat that was with him. Jordan didn't care.

"... Wait, is that window locked?" Jordan asked herself under her breath, so that Fagen doesn't hear what she said. Derrick probably heard, but she just got an idea! Derrick also had an idea of his own... one that Jordan didn't quite approve of.

"Wait, what?" Jordan said in response to Derrick. One; she wasn't touching alcohol (even if it was for Derrick), and two; Hagan would [i]kill[/i] him. "Derrick, don't, Hagan will..." She trailed off as he probably understood. Jordan sighed, as she grabbed the keys, and his walking stick.

"I'm not getting you alcohol," Jordan snapped before she opened the flimsy window on the other side, and did her best to climb though. She peered at Derrick standing off against Hagan.

When Derrick spoke to Hagan, oh boy, he ignored Chris, who had scurried off somewhere else. He looked over his shoulder at Derrick with a shit eating grin. "Oh... you must be joking," Hagan said, laughing. "Because I think you're being fuckin' [i]hilarious[/i]."

Hagan listened to the chump prattle off word after word, not even listening to a thing he says. Only laughing, because this chump can do a lot of talking, but can't do a lot of much else. Hell, he shoulda kept the cane. Maybe he would have survived more than one-point-two seconds in a fight with it.

Though, one word made Hagan go blind with rage. His eyes shot open, his breath became heavy, and he grit his teeth, as he looked at Derrick.

[i]"...f'you were one of em' [b]faggot[/b]..."[/i]

"The fuck did you just say to me, you little bitch!?" Hagan loudly shouted as he dropped all pretense of being cordial with him. Instead, lunging toward him. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt roughly as possible. Jolting him forward, before staring him dead in the eye, teeth bared.

"I'm [b][i]NO[/i][/b] faggot, and you [i]better[/i] put that in your head, or I'm going to damn near knock it off, pencil dick!"

He ignored everything else that Derrick said, and focused on that word. 

"Got it? [i]Got it!?[/i] [b][i]Got it!?[/i][/b]" He said as he violently shook Derrick.