Nachos, Nineball and Beer

[Stoney]

Stoney slammed the passenger door of Norrison's latest luxury van shut behind him as he stepped away from the vehicle and looked back to watch everybody else climbing out. It was about time the Hellions had a night off. Emma had been extremely hard on them lately, since Decibel left it seemed to Chester, but he could have just been imagining it. He had been in a slightly less than friendly mood for months now. He'd thought about texting her, or even writing her a letter, but Gina was in his estimations probably too busy to answer him. He also thought she'd just laugh at his attempts to contact her.

So tonight he was really going to have some fun. He'd had a nice couple of helpings of dinner and he was still hungry, the Pool Hall had some of the best Nachos he had ever had. Whenever they came out he ordered at least two and sometime three nachos with the works. Tonight was going to be a three order night he was sure. He was also going to have many beers, because he figured he deserved it.

He saw Shade get out and then Rose. Inflict got out then from the driver's side and then he watched as Brock and the little girl from the junior class with the ice powers got out last. It was a weird thing to include this girl, but Norrison had his reason's, of that Chester was certain. He waited a moment to let them catch up and then he walked up to hold the door open for his team.

[Inflict]

"Alriight! Tonight we don't need to worry about shit." Norrison said walking up along with the group "No Boyscout, no Blue furry-freak, and no ex-teammates." He said the last bit as he looked right at Frostbite.

"They better have our pool table brushed up nice too, I called so it's reserved Brock, it's under your name. I'm gonna hit the john first though, order me a Guinness and a shot Rose." Inflict didn't wait for the ladies to enter first, as Stoney had no doubt anticipated, he had to go too bad. Plus, Norrison didn't care about 'ladies first' except when it came to wanting to butter up his thorny Rose, and this wasn't one of those times.

He walked in and past the bar noting the bartender and remembering him from every other time they'd come into the place. Sometimes he had help but mostly it was just him and the cocktail waitresses who flittered to and from the bar to the various pool tables, booths and high tables with the wobbly stools. The place was lit dimly from the long laps suspended over each pool table and the dim track lighting and neon signs that hung about the place. Making his way to the men's room he went in to take a leak.

[RUMBLE]

Brock got out and with a big smirk, looking forward to the night to get some good drinks in his system, which should mix nicely with the pain medication he was on. Hell, if Brock felt like it he might pick up a chick or two and get himself laid, think of his prize while doing it, just to prep himself for the real thing. "No worries man, we'll get the table man go do what you gotta do. Let's go ladies," he said smirking as he put both his arms around Lorelai and Rose's shoulder's leading the way into the Pool hall, that had been their hangout for years now.

Bursting through the doors, Brock smirk turned dangerous when he caught sight of the little barmaid. It was a been there, done that whether she likes it or not kinda thing, and she got all scared at the sight of him. "Pool table for Van Alstyne. And send someone over to take drinks for us, got it Dolly?" he said with a cold wink, blatantly laughing at how she hurriedly showed them to their usual pool table in the corner right next to a table with chairs.

Brock brought the girls to the chair, staring down anyone that looked at him, just cause he could. He laughed darkly and smirked down at Rose. "Look at that Rose, they remember us. I feel like a god damn celebrity," he said with a deep dangerous smirk as he plopped down on a chair and banged his fist on the table. "HEY! We wanted drinnnnks!" he said loudly in a sing song voice as the cold smirk stayed on his face. A short chubby little bird came up to them all nervous with her little ordering pad. "Get me a tall Heineken, and some nachos and buffalo wings. Try not to eat any of it," he said without shame to the waitress as she took the others orders. "Lorelai, order up. Stoney man! I got a couple of questions for you my brother. Beer and food on me," Brock said looking at his teammate after winking at the blue hair girl with a dangerous smirk, the predator seeking his prey.

[Frostbite]

Lorelai had looked forward to getting away after dinner. She had gotten a good amount of glares sent her way; she assumed they were both for gym class and choosing to switch out of the Acolytes. Diesel had looked pissed as freak and the only time she looked his way to see his grumpy face was to smirk smugly at him. The others seemed surprised and then whiny because Katana was there in her place, but that really wasn't her problem anymore. At least the Paragons seemed happy. When dinner finally ended the glares disappeared and it wasn't long before she was at the pool hall with the Hellions. That still threw her off a little, but she was still not complaining. Like Inflict had said, no ex-teammates.

She sat down with Brock and Rose and leaned back in her chair. Watching the Hellions in their 'comfort zone' Lorelai was rather amused at how people reacted to them. They were almost scared shitless of them, at least the waitresses were of Brock. She smirked and bit her lip as she watched them skitter around, and then looked to Brock when he told her to order. "Okay well how about some mozzerella sticks, a bacon cheeseburger and a Corona," she said to the waitress, throwing out the name of a beer she liked enough.

Crossing one leg over the other she crossed her arms over her chest as she saw the wink. She smirked back at Brock and then looked to where the other Hellions were, glancing at Machete and then Stoney when he joined them. Lorelai still couldn't believe this day; it was made of pure madness and the twist of events, she thought, couldn't have been better. The smugness she felt was weird, but she liked it. I still find it hard to sink in that I'm here with all of the Hellions. The most badass team in the school, and I was invited. I don't know why I was, but if I'm benefitting by getting to play pool and have drinks with said most badass team, then freaking awesome.

[Machete]

Rose took a seat on the edge of the pool table and crossed her long legs, her kitten heels dangling from her feet. "A tall Guinness and a vodka shot, and also a Cosmopolitan and a bowl of cherries. And don't let me catch a greasy fat fingerprint on the glasses," she said glare at the fat waitress. She flipped open her mirror and reapplied her lip gloss, checking her make up. Rose smile at her reflection. I look damn good, as usual. Maybe I can get that cute bartender to flirt with me next time I go up. Norrison will not like that at all, but oh I love it. She giggled to herself at her little scheme.

"Wow girl you can eat all that after that dinner? I suppose you can get away with that, you're pretty thin. Too bad people can't all take a lesson from you," Rose said with a pointed glare at the waitress. She flipped her hair and did a pop with her lips, just to show how much prettier she was then her. "Shade? Chesty? The usual for you?" she asked them raising an arched eyebrow.

[Shade]

Stephen didn't care really, drink he would, drink he always did when they went out. Ease his anxiety it helped to do, but somewhere else right now he wished he was. Not at the school, not at home, not really anywhere specific, just maybe simply not anywhere. To pull a bunch of cue's down from the rack over he had gone and one by one on the table laying them down he rolled them back and forth and back. To determine the least bowed and warped was what he was trying to do. All about warped that indeed he knew, and comfort he found there, but for shooting straight he knew warped was no good.

"Yes, a Brooklyn Slasher. This time Gin and Mountain Dew, like it's a posta have..." loudly enough he mumbled, as putting the rest back, he had picked the two best sticks and on the table left them "..no more goddamn Mellow Yellow" through tightly clenched teeth he spoke. The littlest things to him were the points of contention on which the guts of the world were torn open. "Mountain Dew with some Gin, not too much to ask we think, no?"

[Stoney]

Chester nodded a single nod. Rose knew he was a beer guy, and nothing fancy. He drank Budweiser, because he knew what it was from before he could walk. But he'd drink any old thing if any old thing was what was offered. "And Nachos"

It was the first time in many weeks that Chesty had spoken, and his voice had an empty quality to it. Even he noticed it. He quickly looked down on the pool table and began to rack the balls up for a game. His mind toyed with his emotions flashing thoughts and memories of the last time they were all here. That was the going away bash for Gina, and he hadn't spoken since.

He could see her sitting on the stool at the far end of the table in his mind's eye and when he looked up the little girl Frostbite was there instead. His eyes must have shown his heart to her if only for a flash of a moment as they made eye contact. He looked back to his work on the table before him and tried to shake off the heaviness in his heart. He missed Decibel so.

She might never know how good a man he could be, but he would always hold her in highest regards no matter how poorly anyone spoke of her. She was his angel, his songbird, and he had to let her fly free if she was ever to learn what she wanted out of life, what she needed in a man. He didn't know why he loved her, he just knew he did and he always would no matter what, that was what she needed...what anyone needed.

Finishing racking up all fifteen of the numbered balls, foregoing Nineball for the moment since they would no doubt be playing Eightball with teams, he placed the wooden triangle back in it's place. Looking over to Brock he nodded and stepped over to have a seat and hear him out. He wasn't going to say much if at all, but he had an idea it wasn't going to be any subject he'd want to talk about. There were very few of them to be sure.

[RUMBLE]

"Add a Budweiser to that and another Nachos like he said, and you better not forget that Brooklyn " Brock said glancing back at the chubby waitress. "Now scram and try not to eat any of our food," he called rudely before turning to Stoney, the dangerous look back in his eyes as he thought of his beautiful prize that was just waiting for him to win her all to himself. And win her he will, of that Brock was very certain. He will have those perfect long lean legs wrapped around him, that amazing body will be all his to bend to bend to his every will. She was Brock's right to have, whether she liked it or not. His prize was perfect, and he wanted her in every way possible. No one will stop him from getting his prize, not the Corsairs, not the One Eyed Geek and certainly not that Old Hairy freak.

"Stoney my man, we gotta have some words. You hang out with my prize, and I want to know all you know. None of those silent shoulder shrugs either, it's my right to know all I can about my hot little prize," Brock said with a hungry look in his eyes at the thought of her. Another waitress came by and set their drinks on the table quickly and silently, not making eye contact with any of them. Brock smirked and slid Lorelai her Corona, grabbed his Heineken and slid Stoney his Budweiser.

His eyes were cold as ever, looking more hungry and dangerous as he looked at Stoney, eager to hear of his prize. "Tell me Stoney, what she got on when you guys hang with that shadow of yours before bed? Give me details my brother, I want to know all I can about my prize," Brock said with a cold smirk as he took a sip of his beer, the image of the hot firebender going through his head. That was his focus now, and that's all he wanted to know. His eyes moved between Stoney and Lorelai. "Lorelai, you know my prize too. Tell me Ice girl, what do you know about my prize? I will know all I can, cause well come on I have to," Brock said with a cold smirk at both of them, the hunger never leaving his eyes.

[Frostbite]

Lorelai smirked at Machete and let out a laugh. "Thanks for that," she said. It was a compliment, and she looked the poor waitress being picked on and looked away. She would say nothing to her and instead watched the other Hellions set up the pool table for a game of eightball only to have Stoney called over to talk about none other than Aideen. When their eyes met for a second she got some idea that he might have been sad but she might have been just seeing things. A new waitress brought them all her drinks and Lorelai sipped at hers to hide a roll of her eyes as Brock wanted to know all he could find out about Aideen. She stopped sipping at it when he asked her for information too.

She couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at it, as she did know things about Aideen, but since ending things with Ian she sort of fell out of the loop with things. There were things she would never tell anyone about the Corsair because of the respect she had for her; she had told herself she never would and she wouldn't let that change now. She would just list off other things, even though she knew Brock would probably get nowhere except back to the med lab for trying to get Aideen. "Well, I'm not really an expert on her. All I know is stuff from before, cause since I dumped Dipshit I been out of the loop quite a bit. She used to not like him either, the times she would threaten to roast him when he wouldn't leave her alone. He's the one that went chasing after her, you know. I was only along for the ride. Anyway, she's choosy about who she deals with, I mean come on her bestest friend in the whole wide world is the school's public bicycle when there are so many better people than that, that says something. I never tried to be her friend cause there wasn't a point.

"I respect her cause she's a hell of a fighter and she gave me leeway when we were all stuck in Hell-Limbo, and I sympathize with her cause every guy in this school drools over her. Of course my sympathy still didn't stop me from thanking you considering, but whatever. Before Limbo she went like mentally dead cause Nightcrawler and Wolverine went missing and it was kinda creepy but that was fixed when she saw them so she's normal again. But yeah, that's what I know. Anything new and recent I wouldn't since I'm not in her No. 1 fan club like Dipshit and his whore are. I only see her during classes we attend and that's about it, so yeah," she finished with a shrug and took down a gulp of her Corona. I still think that anything he finds out isn't going to help him, nothing will, not with even Wolverine and the rest of them coming to her defense. No matter how many times he tries I still don't think it's gonna ever work. Aideen don't look like she want that and I seriously doubt she'll ever let it happen. But I'm not about to tell him that, I rather stay on these dudes' good sides.

[Inflict]

"Oh man I had to go! Wheew!" Norrison said as he came back and planted a hard kiss on Rose's lips as he reached for his beer. "Damn, I need this. OK what did I miss?" He asked as he took a big pull on his dark dark beer.

"Right, I thought I heard you say something about your little friends there, Whore and Dipshit? Niiiice...go on don't let me interrupt." He grabbed his shot of whiskey and walked over to the pool table. Glancing at the tight triangle of multi-colored balls and then back at Rose he winked at her as he said "Nice rack Chester."

Tossing back his whiskey shot and letting the burn grab his throat he stepped back over to Machete and said "No worries baby, yours is still nicer." Setting the empty shot glass down on the table he said "Who is drinking this green shit?" He didn't have to ask, he knew it was Stephen's drink, a strange drink for an even stranger kid. Of all the Hellions, even Brock, Shade was the most detached from the world. He was, in Norrison's estimations, a serial killer waiting to happen. How fun to wait and see if his prediction would come true.

[Shade]

"Yeah, funny. It's good man- like soda with a kick...a kinda sweet gin and tonic, and the caffeine gives it..a..." He looked up into Inflicts eyes as he was explaining and seeing a look that said plainly 'who gives a freak' he shut up. Indeed it was a good drink and yet a bit heavy on the ice. Forgot to say no ice- shit!

With a look disgruntled, Stephen headed back drink in hand to grab his pool cue and swipe it through the air. Swuuush the sound it made and he tipped back his drink indulging heartily in the beverage. Yes it was green, yes it was different, but it was a good drink. Mountain Dew went well with almost anything - even cough syrup, so Norrison could just jam that look he was wearing on his face straight up his rich spoiled ass as far as TheSHADE was concerned.

Care not for the environs of this place, the patrons all of the same ilk. His mind turned to thoughts sinister and dark on looking at the vapid expressions on the faces of the regulars. He imagined them at his mercy, their life essence ebbing away, draining out of them as he indulged on that as heartily as he was doing his sweet harsh intoxicating beverage.

The intoxication of draining a life so much more that that of draining a highball glass, but before he realized it his glass was in fact empty and he was slurping loudly with ice against his upper lip. Glancing around he wondered how many minutes had passed as he had lost himself in his fantasy of faces twisting up in agony and freezing at their last moments of life in a strange mockery of a laugh. Looking back he saw Stoney and wondered if the big lug was actually talking, or if he was still in some oddball fantasy.

[Stoney]

Looking at Brock with a single eye as he squinted shut his other one Chester felt a strange confusion. He was conflicted about telling his long time team mate, his Hellion brother, what he knew about Aideen. It wasn't entirely based on what he felt right now, but what he would feel if Chopper knew he was talking about her. The kid really liked her and it would be like tossing her to the lions if he gave any information to Rumble.

He fascinated himself with the label of his beer as Frostbite spoke and somewhere in the middle of it he tried to slip off the stool and walk away. He knew he should have, and he was a fool for sticking around but it was rude to leave like that when a young lady was talking, and his momma didn't raise him up to be rude. Instead he waited and when she was done he just sipped more on his beer.

Norrison provided a little distraction and at that he was going to walk away again but Brock caught him and was intent on hearing something from him. Stoney could see the look on his face, like he wouldn't escape no matter what he did, so he had little choice. "Never noticed." he said with a shrug and finally got off his bar stool to go and play pool.

[Machete]

A sexy little smirk was on Rose's face when she licked her lips slowly after her man planted a nice one on her, staking his claim for all to see. She picked up her Cosmopolitan and took a sip of it, glad that they finally started getting it right in this dump. "You lucked out baby and didn't have to see that fat pig of a waitress take our orders with her greasy fingers. Ew she's totally gross," Rose said loudly, making sure all could here and she showed off her well toned, soft body in the tube top she wore with her tight jeans that showed off her round perky ass.

She hopped off the pool table just as the other waitress came with their food and set it on the table. Rose reached for a pool stick and took the blue chalk to warm it up for Norrison. She wasn't a big fan of pool, she did love to use it as a flirting tool, teasing Norrison by asking him to show her how to shoot. Her eyes right now were on Lorelai, listening in to any information about the two Acolytes. She was as eager for revenge as the rest of her team, just for the pleasure of watching those two become helpless piglets about to be sliced when facing the Hellions.

[RUMBLE]

Brock's smirk dropped for a minute as he mulled over the pretty basic information he got from Lorelai. He didn't like that other guys in the school drooled over her. No one can get my prize. No matter how much they want to look, she belongs to me. Every bit of her. In all honesty. Brock didn't care how much the others looked, it was a matter of someone taking over his conquest and getting his prize for themselves that didn't settle well with him. He made it clear that his claim was staked on her and it didn't matter how many time he got burned or injured, he kept his eyes on his prize and that made it all worth it. Brock got a thrill from everything about this conquest, especially the chase and he knew the satisfaction he'd feel when it was complete would make it all worth it.

His cold blue eyes snapped to Stoney with an almost amused look behind them at the large Hellion's hasty retreat and obvious reluctance to answer his questions. Brock was excellent at reading people, when he cared to that is, but he didn't need to tap into that skill to see his Hellion brother obviously withholding information about Brock's beautiful prize. He took a long sip of his beer and propped his feet up on the chair that Stoney abandoned, his eyes fixated on him. "Stoneeeeey your lyyyyyying," Brock said in a sing-song voice. "You want me to believe that you had that hot sexy piece of ass right in front of you and you didn't notice. My brother, I know you appreciate the ladies, and I don't mind you looking at my prize, as long as you remember she belongs to me. Now let's try this again, when your shadow is doing something on his own nearby and your eyes wander to my hot prize, her amazing rack, soft tan skin, and that perfect onion ass that makes a guy wanna weep every time they see it cause it's so damn perfect... what does she wear? What's she like in front of that annoying shadow of yours?" Brock asked with fixated on Stoney, his eyes iced with the same look of morbid lust he had whenever he thought of his prize.

He slammed his hand on the table, surprising quite a few of them. "Lorelai girl, talk to us more about the Whore and that Brawn for Brains ex of yours. Give us a bit of the inside scoop while Stoney decides howto word the information he owes me about my prize," Brock said to the girl near him while keeping his eyes on Stoney, unwavering and drilling into him.

[Frostbite]

Lorelai smirked as Brock bothered Stoney for information about Aideen even though it seemed like he didn't want to say anything, and shook her head. A thought occurred that contradicted her way of thinking, but she figured it would probably get her in better if she sounded like she agreed. "You know Brock, I don't think you even need the background information on her. I bet you could probably get Aideen all on your own, I mean how could you not?" she said, blatantly looking him up and down for emphasis with a nice little smirk on her face.

When he slammed on the table she jumped a little and then brought up one foot to rest on the seat of her chair and wrapped her arm around her leg as she was asked to talk about Diesel and Haven. "Well the Whore is exactly that, and that's how she swung Dipshit away from me. Really low, cause I never had to dress like a slut for attention and that's exactly what she did. The Whore is Aideen's best friend even though she tried to blow up the whole school to send us to Limbo while with the Brotherhood, she hates everyone but is more accepted now that she's Diesel's arm candy. She's a little dirty slut who I'm sure sleeps around all over the place besides with her boy toy. She likes to rub it in that she has Diesel but it's not like I care anymore I figured out my problem and I'm over it. She probably smells too I'm guessing cause I rather not get near her, either cause she just smells or packs on too much perfume to cover up the au naturale smell.

"And then Brawn for Brains," Lorelai paused with a smirk at the name; how silly she had been to date him! "He is just.. ugh, I can't believe I liked him," she said with a hint of disgust in her voice. "He is all about Aideen and his whore and has everything far too easy. It's like the whole school, save you guys and myself, bow down to him and cater to his every whim. He seems like a big grump nowadays whenever his slut isn't around to entertain him and I think he's probably still as oblivious as freak. I remember having to spell stuff out for him to get something. It was funny then, but it's retarded now and I'm glad I don't have to deal with it anymore. Oh and he has a bit of a temper," she said with a roll of her eyes. "You probably saw that considering he broke your ribs earlier today," she continued with a slight laugh and leaned back in her chair. "They both probably really don't like me now after today, but that is quite alright. At least now he'll be done trying to fix things when it was a lost cause from the start."

Lorelai shrugged, taking a sip of her beer and then looked up at the other Hellions and then Brock. "And, if you guys are planning any revenge on them, I would be most happy to help. The Whore's ability is her little forcefield and Brawn for Brains is super strength, obviously, and he heals. Just so you know," she added, smirking widely, her eyes showing glints of coldness as she spoke. Sipping at her beer again she put it down on the table and got up, smoothing out the little wrinkles in her fitted shirt and went to pick up a pool stick. She looked at it and then at the racked balls on the table. "Wow, it's been a while since I last played pool. I'm probably a bit rusty," she said, smirking a little before letting her lips form a little pout as she looked at the pool stick again.