[center][h2][color=ed1c24][i][b]Drake “D” Edwards[/b][/i][/color][/h2]
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[hr][center][color=ed1c24][b]Interaction/Mentions:[/b]  [@Damo021][@webboysurf]  |  [b]Location:[/b][/color] Avalon
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	"[color=red]Why don't we check if this thing is flammable?[/color]"  Nik's proposition was an enticing one.  Drake's head was swimming, his vision blurred and swaying.  The sleep deprivation coupled with his gross intoxication was making a cocktail of crazy in his own head.

	"[color=f7941d]We can’t let it get outside… I can try and flank this thing, like I do in the danger room.[/color]"  Drake jumped with a start, not realizing that Cleo had made her way over.

	"[color=f7976a]Jeebus, lady![/color]" he exclaimed before looking slightly confused and pointing at her arm.  "[color=f7976a]'Ay, you got red on you.[/color]"  It slowly started to click in his mind that it was blood.  "[color=f7976a]Oh shit, was it the monster or the vampire?[/color]" Panic painted his face before he turned back to the enemy that was still here. Drake clenched his hands into fists and brought them to his chest before springing them out to his sides.  Flames ignited around them... and then quickly extinguished.  "[color=f7976a]The fuck...[/color]"  

	Drake rubbed his face real quick, trying to summon the mental focus necessary and then tried it again, but the result was the same.  Drake slapped himself just hard enough to get adrenaline pumping. [color=f7976a][i] Come on, come on.  Focus.  Get amped.  Think of something.  Work, bitch![/i][/color]  Just as he thought the words, the song started playing in his head.  "[color=f7976a]You want a hot body...[/color]" He could feel his hands start to warm up again.  "[color=f7976a]You want a Bugatti... you want a Maserati...[/color]" Flames started to dance between his knuckles as Drake snarled with determination.  "[color=f7976a]You better work, [i]bitch[/i]![/color]" His fists erupted once more and Drake stared them in anger, daring them to go out, but they didn't.  [color=f7976a][i]Finally[/i][/color].  He ran stepped over to a vacant table that still had half drunk bottle of acohol and flung it at the beast, watching it shatter on its hide and coat it with the flammable liquid.  

	"[color=f7976a]Kame...[/color]" Drake brought his flaming hands together as if he were holding an invisible football as he leaned down and tucked his fists to his right side.  "[color=f7976a]Hame...[/color]" The fire got larger and started singeing different areas of Drake's shirt.  "[color=f7976a]HA![/color]" Drake pushed both hands forward, palms out sending a stream of flame toward the beast.  He immediately regretted it, the flame being bright enough and close to his face that he temporarily blinded himself.  [i][color=f7976a]Dammit![/color][/i]  The flames on his fists extinguished as he rubbed his eyes furiously.  "[color=f7976a]Did I get it?[/color]" He asked out aimlessly, still rubbing.  "[color=f7976a]Is it dead?![/color]"