2019-01-01 New Year's Eve

2019-01-01 New Year's Eve
Hoxton, Sydney, Wolf, Houston, Dallas

[17:32:20] <Dallas> *New Year's Eve at the safehouse. Mistletoe's thankfully gone, though the little Christmas tree stands in the corner of the living room, merrily lit and glinting with ornaments. And there's Dallas in the lovely Christmas sweater Wolf made him, lounging on one of the couches.*
[17:35:23] <Hoxton> *There is the sound of rummaging in the kitchen and soon Hoxton emerges. Sporting no fancy sweater but at least proper clothes and holding a couple of guiness cans, which he places on the table with soft clicks. He nods to a job well done and then joins Dallas.* Beer up for grabs. *He chuckles, opening one for himself.* That sweater huh.
[17:36:05] <Sydney> *Sydney takes one of the cans.* I dunno, I think he makes it work.
[17:37:46] <Wolf> *Wolf's been sitting on the chair, staring off into space, then looking up at Dallas.* .. You look great. *He chuckles, flashing a smile.*
[17:39:32] <Dallas> *looks over at Wolf, beaming* Hey, all thanks to you, buddy. *raises his beer*
[17:40:33] <Hoxton> It's all of us here for once, huh? Almost festive.
[17:40:39] <Houston> *Houston walks out of garage carrying two paper bags only to place them on the table in the lounge* Okay... so I got another pack of Guinness and... *He takes the Malort out of the bag* This... The lady said it was from Chicago... But I've never heard of it...
[17:41:20] <Dallas> *Dallas looks over, and then he stiffens at the sight of the bottle, his eyes widening.*
[17:41:26] <Wolf> *He grins, grabbing a drink.* She's probably lying to make you buy it. Maybe it's just poisoned.
[17:43:25] <Dallas> *Dallas now relaxes, grinning. Murmuring to Houston under his breath* You are one twisted son of a gun, Danny. Damn.
[17:43:54] <Hoxton> *Darn. No actual reason to be annoyed at Houston. Yet.* Ah so you are actually old enough to get booze yerself.
[17:45:00] <Sydney> *Sydney arches an eyebrow.* Feel like I'm missing something here.
[17:46:13] <Houston> *He sits down* Uh... I don't see how but okay. What's that comment for? *He then looks at Hox* And... don't start with me. It's New Years. Let's put our differences aside and get fucked up. *He doesn't hesitate the next words in a poorly mocked english accent* you knobhead.
[17:46:25] <Dallas> *Dallas leans over, saying to Sydney in confidence* Maybe skip this shot.
[17:47:33] <Hoxton> *Hox eyes him with narrowed eyes. He then points at him with his beer.* Dont assume we're besties now. But all fuckin right.
[17:47:57] <Hoxton> Wouldnt want New Year's to start with tears anyway.
[17:48:31] <Houston> *Houston gives a nod but also a nicely placed middle finger* Anyway... It can't be that bad.
[17:48:39] <Dallas> *There's a muffled commotion outside the door. Thumps followed by yelling.*
[17:49:38] <Hoxton> *Hox perks up, suddenly startled* What the fuck?
[17:49:39] <Sydney> *Sydney frowns.* Oi, you hear that?
[17:49:49] <Hoxton> The fuck's that?
[17:49:55] <Houston> *He as well perks up* Um...
[17:51:04] <Dallas> *Yelling continues. Male voice. Sounds like he's berating someone just outside.*
[17:51:07] <Wolf> *Wolf immediately stands up, dashing to grab the shotgun sat on his spot at the table. Because of course it is.*
[17:53:13] <Hoxton> *Hox goes to just do that, for the lack of gun by his side. He flicks on the screen, checking the cam.*
[17:53:35] <Houston> *He sits up remembering he hadn't taken his sidearm off yet. His hand hovers over it.*
[17:53:47] <Wolf> *Wolf stands, cautiously, gun pointed at the door.*
[17:54:23] <Dallas> *Three men warmly dressed for the weather, two of them carrying heavy boxes. The third guy's nearest the door, gesturing and complaining. Hard to make out his face, he's wearing a ushanka.*
[17:55:30] <Dallas> *The boxes are big and heavy, and gift-wrapped in a sloppy way with big ribbon bows.*
[17:55:59] <Hoxton> *Hox' frown deepens. He zooms in a little, looking very very perplexed.* What the fuck fellas. Three guys with...gift boxes?
[17:56:23] <Wolf> *Wolf has yet to lower the gun. Still genuinely unsure as to whether or not he should fire it.*
[17:56:35] <Sydney> Little late for Christmas, innit?
[17:57:05] <Houston> *He stands up and walks towards the door only to look back at Dallas for a 'yes' to open it.*
[17:57:07] <Hoxton> And not like this is on Santa's addess list anyway.
[17:57:26] <Hoxton> But....don't tell me... *He frowns a little.*
[17:57:48] <Dallas> *Then the yelling guy stops gesticulating and turns to the camera, yelling up into it.* Hey, clowns! Open up, I'm freezing my balls off out here! *Familiar face, familiar voice. Vladislav Kozak.*
[17:59:12] <Hoxton> Fuckin hell. *Alright that get's him laughing and he turns to the gang* It's Vlad, the fucking nutter.
[17:59:16] <Wolf> *Wolf lowers the gun, cursing to himself.*
[17:59:27] <Hoxton> With gifts. Which may be worse.
[17:59:41] <Dallas> *Dallas nods to Houston, still looking a little perplexed. Yeah, go ahead!*
[18:00:07] <Houston> *Houston sighs in relief and opens the door... reluctantly.* Hey, happy new years guys.
[18:00:28] <Sydney> *Sydney still appears confused.*
[18:00:30] <Dallas> *Vlad BEAMS as the door swings open.* MY FRIENDS!
[18:01:56] <Hoxton> *Hox moves back to the couch, looking both worried but amused. He leans to Sydney, voice lowered.* It's Vlad. Crazy wanka. Offered us jobs before. Russian....I think. And ah. Kinda special. You'll see.
[18:02:13] <Dallas> *Sorry, Houston. You're up first, and get grabbed up in a big bear hug and smooched on the cheeks. Mwah, mwah! And then Vlad waves his guys in, and they bring the big gift boxes into the safehouse, to where they set them on the floor. Heavy shit.*
[18:02:26] <Hoxton> *A little flinch at the loud exclamation.* You gotta just witness him.
[18:03:20] <Houston> *Houston shuts the door behind them wanting to now cleanse himself of the unwanted kisses*
[18:03:36] <Wolf> .. Vlad, if you bought us a buncha nukes, I swear-
[18:03:49] <Sydney> Ah. One of those. *Sydney sits back, sips from her drink, and enjoys the show.*
[18:04:52] <Houston> *Houston goes back to where he was sitting and eyes the bottle of Malort. To try or not to try.*
[18:04:53] <Dallas> Vlad: *waves off Wolf's concerns* No, no--nothing like that. Just New Year's presents, a little tradition we have in Ukraine! *He looks around, smiling, then takes notice of Hox and Sydney.*
[18:05:10] <Hoxton> *Whoops. Still kinda russian.*
[18:06:24] <Wolf> *Wolf looks over, quietly leaning near Dallas and whispering.* .... i thought he was russian....
[18:06:46] <Dallas> Dallas: *looking rather stiff and uncomfortable* Something like that, yeah.
[18:06:52] <Hoxton> Well if it aint my favorite Nutball. Oi, Vlad. Been a while. Whatcha brough us? Bombs? *he laughs and eyes the two other guys*
[18:09:04] <Dallas> *Just two tired looking guys, one with a balaclava rolled up on his head like a hat. Awkwardly standing around. Vlad makes for Hox, throwing his arms open with a big smile.* Hoxton. So the rumors are true, and you have returned. This makes Vlad very happy--very happy indeed. *HUG. HE DEMANDS IT.* Come on, big guy! Give your Uncle Vlad a hug!
[18:12:29] <Hoxton> Returned with a big fuckin entrance, fella. And I felt it was too fuckin quiet. *he bravely marches towards Vlad, shooting the gang a look but you do not deny Vlad a hug. He pats his back a little.* How's life treatin ya?
[18:16:36] <Dallas> *Vlad squeezes the life out of him, giving him a big pat on the back.* Ah, it's the holidays--you know how it is. Stupid good for nothing brother-in-law got his plane stuck in a ditch out in the middle of nowhere, and I gotta go dig his sorry ass out! *A brief grim look, but then he brightens up like a light switch flicking.* But I couldn't go before bringing my favorite heisters some presents, huh?
[18:17:04] <Houston> *Houston gets up and walks to the kitchen, rummaging through the press looking for cups, specifically shot glasses. He was gonna take a shot but he thought why not bring more for the guys. Upon finding the shot glasses he walked back and set them on the table*
[18:19:45] <Houston> *Ignoring what Dallas had said before, because honestly... it couldn't be that bad..., he asked an innocent question* Does anyone wish to partake?
[18:19:49] <Hoxton> *A pained look at the manly squeeze and then Hox nods, laughing and stepping back* Well we aint complainin. Sure ya in-law can handle himself for a little while longer eh? C'mon. Sit down. And what about those gifts huh? *A curious look and he's genuinely bushy tailed. First christmas in years and it's bound to be a memorable one.*
[18:20:55] <Wolf> *He looks up at Houston, the sheer number of loud people in the room slightly overwhelming him.* O-Oh, yeah.
[18:22:34] <Sydney> *Sydney shakes her head at Houston. She wants to get to know the guys better before unleashing the terror that is Drunk Sydney.*
[18:22:43] <Dallas> *Vlad perks up at the mention of booze, but as he takes a look around at the drinks, he comes to a disquieting conclusion:* No vodka? Aleks! *motions to one of his guys* Go get the good shit from the truck.
[18:24:10] <Houston> *Houston nods and blindly opens the bottle of death. He knows better than to spoil it by smelling it so, again, he blindly pours two shots and lightly slides it over to Wolf*
[18:24:43] <Hoxton> Ah. And so it begins. *Hox laughs and moves back to the couch, sitting back down next to Dallas. And eyeing Houston. He nudges Dallas.* Chicago booze? What's that?
[18:26:04] <Dallas> *Dallas looks over, says* Chicago's own Malort. We called it the Chicago substance.
[18:26:32] <Hoxton> Sounds ominous. Is it good?
[18:27:09] <Dallas> *Dallas looks at him, slowly shakes his head. And that's all you need to know.*
[18:27:53] <Hoxton> Malort. Never heard of it. Huh.... *He frowns a little.* Well I'll stick ta vodka then....if that's what Vlad means by good shite.
[18:28:09] <Hoxton> *Though mental note to ask about this business.*
[18:31:55] <Hoxton> Might be coke or summat.
[18:32:20] <Dallas> *Unfortunately, Sydney hasn't escaped Vlad's notice.* You must be the new clown! I saw the, ah, fucking massive fireball on the news. Most impressive! I am Vlad, by the way. I hope to work together with you sometime soon. *As Aleks comes back into the safehouse with a chilly bottle of vodka clutched in his mitten hands.*
[18:33:11] <Sydney> *Sydney lifts her drink in a mock toast.* Lookin forward to it.
[18:33:49] <Hoxton> Ahh! Look at that! Not that beer is nothing i dont appreciate but some good, solid booze! Thanks, fella!
[18:34:26] <Hoxton> *And he's still ogling the gifts. He moves up and goes to inspect one.*
[18:35:44] <Wolf> *Wolf's still holding the shot in his hand, offset by the smell. He's not entirely sure about this, but he already has it and it'd be rude to refuse it now so-*
[18:38:11] <Houston> *Houston hold up his shot glass to match his Swede friend* You ready Wolfie?
[18:38:39] <Wolf> *Wolf nods, barely making eye contact.* Y-Yeah, I just-
[18:39:22] <Dallas> *Big rough heavy crates, tough to move. Vlad's boys were straining under the weight earlier, and one corner's dented from Aleks dropping it. But if you take a couple shots and squint real hard, you could say they're somewhat pretty with the ribbon bows. Open one?*
[18:41:02] <Houston> *Houston nods to Wolf* Cheers? *He waits for Wolf*
[18:41:36] <Dallas> *Dallas is watching them keenly and with a slight flinch. Call it the pre-emptive vicarious Malort face.*
[18:42:37] <Hoxton> *Hell yes. The others are apparently busy anyway. And the shots still can come afterwards. Call it a curious cat move but he goes and starts unpacking one. Probably the one with the dent.*
[18:42:54] <Wolf> *He holds up his glass, clinking it with the other's.* C-Cheers.
[18:43:05] <Sydney> *Sydney joins Hoxton, curious.*
[18:43:27] <Sydney> Anything good?
[18:43:40] <Hoxton> Workin on it.
[18:45:41] <Dallas> *Needs a little jimmying with a crowbar to open the top, but it creaks open to reveal... explosives. Well, fireworks, to be precise. Packed to the brim inside the crate. And it's the expensive shit too, like spiders and horsetails.*
[18:46:01] <Dallas> *It's a lot of firepower.*
[18:46:22] <Houston> Cheers *With that he threw it back. His immediate reaction was panic. Then regret. Then self loathing. It seemed he should have listened to his brother but nothing could save him from his mistakes now. He had to live with this bottle that he would probably never drink from again* Ooh fuck... *The war cry of a man about to puke*
[18:46:42] <Dallas> *Dallas winces, and then he fuckin' LAUGHS.*
[18:47:23] <Sydney> *Sydney grins, recognizing its contents.* Fuckin wicked.
[18:47:58] <Hoxton> *Hox looks delighted. He shoves the top off and his eyes light up.* Bloody hell. Look at this! Nothing illegal for once. *Beat* I think. *he turns his head over at the commotion.* Hah, Houston. What a baby.
[18:48:49] <Wolf> *Wolf coughs, gagging, looking like he was about to start crying.* Y-Yeah, I-It was poisoned-
[18:49:10] <Hoxton> *He grabs some of the fun stuff out and eyes the goods.* Fellas. This is goin to be fun.
[18:49:24] <Dallas> *Looking alarmed, Vlad pours out vodka shots for the boys.* Here, this will help.
[18:50:21] <Sydney> *Excited, Sydney checks if the other boxes hold the same.*
[18:51:44] <Wolf> *More gagging.* T-Thank you- *He grabs it, instantly downing it, breathing heavily.*
[18:52:13] <Dallas> *The other crate opens to reveal... chocolate. Roshen, to be specific. Just slabs and slabs of the purest Ukrainian gold. It's a lot of chocolate--difficult to say what Vlad expects them to do with it all... but it's yours now. Happy new year!*
[18:54:11] <Wolf> *Wolf's better now. Probably still gonna cry. But better. He sits awkwardly now.* T-Thanks so much, Vlad-
[18:54:32] <Houston> *Houston hadn't expressed any words. The man merely sat coughing and questioning it his life. Maybe the vodka would help... or maybe it would add to his suffering.*
[18:55:10] <Hoxton> *Hox looks pretty excited actually. He deftly reaches in and goes to fetch himself a bar of chocolate.* Well look at this. Thank you, Vlad. How much fuckin fireworks is this? Enough to blast this block away huh?
[18:55:23] <Sydney> *Sydney seems to notice the anguish, and grabs a handful of chocolates, offering some to Houston and Wolf.* Might be better than more alcohol.
[18:55:38] <Houston> *He finally found his words* Nathan what the fuck is that?!
[18:55:45] <Hoxton> *He turns to watch the two guys* The fuck are you two doin?
[18:56:11] <Dallas> *Big belly laugh from Dallas.* Jesus, buddy. And I thought you knew!
[18:56:28] <Dallas> *Just having the time of his life over here. SORRY, BUDDIES.*
[18:57:11] <Houston> *He reacts to Sydney's kind gesture. Hoping it would help as well* I don't remember that shit at all!
[18:57:21] <Dallas> *Vlad looks over from inspecting the bottle of Malort, says to Hox* I dunno, maybe you can try, huh? Might be an improvement!
[18:57:52] <Hoxton> *Hox chews on a bit of the good chocolate, taking the ominous bottle into his hands and inspects it.* An improvement to wha?
[18:57:54] <Wolf> *Wolf looks over at Dallas, looking and sounding genuinely hurt. Or maybe it's still just the tears in his eyes from the drink.* And you didn't bother to tell ME?!?
[18:57:56] <Dallas> *Dallas reaches over, pats Houston's shoulder.* And now you know. Congratulations, Danny boy, now you're a man.
[18:58:44] <Houston> *His face, still a sour expression* I wanna punch you so fucking hard right now.
[18:58:47] <Dallas> *Dallas starts cracking up again, manages to keep it down to a strained squeak.* I'm sorry--I'm sorry. I thought you might survive it, being Swedish and all.
[18:59:36] <Sydney> *Sydney can't help but chuckle. glad she took Dallas's advice.*
[19:00:18] <Wolf> I'M NOT FUCKING RUSSIAN, DALLAS!! THAT'S A DIFFERENCE OF LIKE, FOUR THOUSAND KILOMETERS!!! *Wolf laughs, though, only kinda upset.*
[19:00:49] <Houston> Drink it Hoxton. *Wishing to give him pain as well.* ...Nate... the bottle is yours...
[19:01:46] <Hoxton> Pfft. *A conflicted look. On the one hand, Dallas said nope to try it. On the other hand, can't let Houston to one up him.*
[19:01:50] <Dallas> *Dallas puts up his hands.* All right, I can be a good sport. I'll take a shot. *He holds his hand out for the bottle.*
[19:02:08] <Hoxton> *DAMN.*
[19:02:53] <Hoxton> Ya sure this shite aint poison?
[19:03:11] <Houston> Vlad... my friend... how well does your vodka wash the taste of poison out of a mouth? *Genuine pain*
[19:04:38] <Dallas> Vlad: My friend, if this vodka cannot wipe away the pain, then nothing will. *Vlad gestures emphatically.* Nothing. *He pours a shot out for Houston, offers it to him.*
[19:07:00] <Wolf> *Wolf walks over and grabs a chocolate, biting at it absentmindedly.*
[19:07:09] <Dallas> *The chocolate is very good.*
[19:07:17] <Houston> Thank you *He nods and throws it back. Not as bad as Malort. But still not a palate cleanser. He had to make due* I need to punch something...
[19:09:18] <Hoxton> Dont ya look at me, Houston. *A chuckle and he motions at Vlad.* Lemme try the decent shite first. Not gonna trust that one just now.
[19:09:56] <Sydney> *Sydney shrugs, munching on a chocolate.* I will if you will.
[19:10:05] <Houston> Do it you pussy. *Fighting words.*
[19:10:36] <Wolf> *He looks up at Vlad, a wide smile on his face, mouth full.* T-This is delicious-
[19:11:10] <Hoxton> *Hox tosses a little bit of firework after Houston* Stop cryin first, baby.
[19:11:16] <Dallas> *Vlad gladly pours him a shot of vodka--hell, he pours out a neat little line of them. Dallas has secured the Chicago substance, and with grim determination pours himself a burning gulp of liquid tarmac. He sits the bottle down, raises the shot glass.* Nice knowing you, buddies. *And he throws it back.*
[19:12:22] <Dallas> *The effect is immediate. His face scrunches up as his body fights the invader. And then he lets a single pained cough out as the initial tire fire fades to eau de roadkill.* Whoa. *Slams the glass down.*
[19:12:25] <Hoxton> *And you bet Hox is watching his reaction. He gingerly holds a shot of vodka in his hands, watching him.*
[19:12:26] <Houston> *He watches his brother intently. While carefully trying to grab the vodka. Blissfully ignoring Hoxton's response.*
[19:13:50] <Wolf> *Wolf grabs another shot of vodka- he doesn't need it, of course, but tolerance is built by exposure, and his mind still dwells on the "I thought you'd be able to take it" remark.*
[19:13:51] <Hoxton> Well I'll drink to that! *he knocks the vodka back, scrunching up his face a little.*
[19:14:47] <Houston> God damn it... *Knowing he was defeated, he throws the vodka back*
[19:19:16] <Hoxton> I think I'll pass on this shite. The vodka is nice, however. But oi, fellas! You saw what's in here? *he moves to the crate, showing the contents to the gang*
[19:19:54] <Wolf> *He nods, still nibbling at the chocolate and grabbing vodka shots when nobody's looking.* Y-Yeah.
[19:20:56] <Hoxton> Cant wait to light these babies up. C'mon, have a look wolfie!
[19:21:03] <Hoxton> Should be right up yer alley, huh?
[19:21:18] <Houston> I need a beer. *He goes to the kitchen, upstaged and saddened. But in a good way.*
[19:21:38] <Wolf> *He stands up, eyes widening.* H-Holy fuckin' shit, it
[19:21:42] <Wolf> it's glorious.
[19:23:02] <Hoxton> *Hox produces a nice zippo* I am ready to rock, mate. *he laughs* Wont we alert the goddamn feds if a big arse explosion's gonna get lit here?
[19:23:23] <Sydney> *Sydney grins as she catches sight of one particularly nasty-looking rocket.* Shit, is that what I think it is? *Upon closer inspection, she confirms it.* Yeah, might want to light this one outside.
[19:24:00] <Sydney> The Dingos maayyyyy have accidentally started a brush fire with one of these.
brush fire with one of these.
[19:24:40] <Wolf> *He laughs, the effects of the alcohol starting to take hold.* .. Who gives a shit? Fed's wanna come, let em fuckin' come. We'll just kill them.
[19:24:50] <Houston> *Houston quickly walks out* I heard the word explosion. Where we doing it? *Delighted with the black stuff in his hand*
[19:28:03] <Hoxton> Jeesh, Wolfie. Let em catch a break once in a while. And I dunno fellas, but I think that alley by the entrance could be a good spot.
[19:28:27] <Hoxton> *Solemnly* We shall use these fellas with responsiblity.
[19:28:44] <Sydney> Fuck that, let's light 'em all at once.
[19:28:51] <Houston> Pffft. *Houston smirked*
[19:29:52] <Wolf> I have TNT in the back of the fridge. Let's strap it to the fireworks and see what happens.
[19:30:19] <Sydney> Well....how much do you like the neighboring buildings!
[19:30:32] <Houston> Let's... not do that...
[19:31:06] <Wolf> Fuck 'em. Long as the gamestop a block down's still standing, we can blow up this whole damn city.
[19:31:56] <Houston> Ah fuck.
[19:36:14] <Hoxton> It's more than enough for us all. It's all bout makin the most of it.
[19:36:33] <Sydney>  *Sydney ponders for a moment.* Think I saw an empty parking lot on the way in here. Might be a better idea than the alley.
[19:37:27] <Houston> For security measures yeah... let's go to the parking lot. *He thought for a moment.* I can't drive.
[19:37:44] <Wolf> Sure you can!
[19:38:37] <Houston> Wolf... I've had three shots on an empty stomach... I don't want to die... *He thinks back to the Malort* Again.
[19:38:54] <Sydney> I'll drive. Where's the keys?
[19:39:12] <Wolf> You either kill yourself or get killed.
[19:39:44] <Houston> *His mind blank for a moment* My ass. *He starts reaching into his back pocket then hands her it* Here.
[19:41:12] <Sydney> *Sydney takes them.* Cheers mate. Let's be off then, yeah?
[19:42:00] <Houston> *He nods* Shotgun. *A middlefinger to Hoxton; he doesn't know why, it just felt right.*
[19:42:08] <Wolf> *Wolf cheers, grabbing his coat and another shot.*
[19:42:46] <Houston> Wolf! Bring a bottle of something! Anything! *He smiles*
[19:43:39] <Wolf> *He grabs the rest of the vodka, as well as a couple cans of Guinness. Why not.*
[19:47:13] <Houston> Sweet! *Houston was now feeling the effects of the shots. Mostly due to having not eaten something before hand. By the end of this night the man was doomed to be laying on the bathroom floor curled in the fetal position*
[19:47:25] <Sydney> *After making sure the fireworks are taken with, Sydney takes the wheel. She's not a bad driver, she's a _terrifying_ driver, who only sometimes remembers that Americans drive on the right side of the road. Luckily, the roads are empty at this hour, and somehow she gets them there without damaging the car.*

2019-01-02

[21:18:19] <Dallas> *Dallas hangs back a little to talk to Vlad, but he's not one to miss out on fireworks, and eventually shows up at the parking lot with his own car and whatever stragglers remained at the safehouse who didn't manage to hitch a ride with Sheila and the scary blue-haired Sheila at the wheel.*
[21:24:11] <Hoxton> *When the gang is complete and Hox sure there are no nasty surprises in form of straggling cops, he takes a firecracker out, inspecting it's butterfly-esque wings.* Oi. Anyone's got a watch? What time is it?
[21:24:54] <Houston> *Houston nearly wanted to fall to the pavement after having witnessed Syd's driving but refrains from dropping to his knees and kissing the ground.* Jesus christ...
[21:25:41] <Sydney> *Sydney rolls her eyes.* What? I got us here, safe as houses.
[21:26:11] <Dallas> *Dallas checks his watch.* About seven minutes to midnight!
[21:26:45] <Houston> Yeah. True... But fuck sake... *He retorted*
[21:27:42] <Hoxton> Shite! Fellas, c'mon! Get the stuff here distributed! We gotta have this ready! Oi, quit whinin, Houston! C'mon!
[21:28:49] <Houston> *Houston rolled his eyes at the english but helped*
[21:28:50] <Sydney> *Sydney brings out an armful of fireworks, dumping them in the middle of the parking lot.* We gonna wire them all up at once? Because that's so much more fun.
[21:30:19] <Wolf> *Wolf's a bit wobbily when he gets out of the truck, groaning.* J-Jesus fuckin' Christ...
[21:30:26] <Hoxton> Seriously? Nah, you cant even appreciate these little shits proper. Doubt we got even time for the wirin.
[21:32:01] <Sydney> Well, we could always just light all the fuses at the same time.
[21:32:03] <Houston> Hey Wolf, you wanna aim the roman candles at Hox? *he smirked*
[21:32:55] <Dallas> *Dallas, who's been leaning on a concrete block watching them, takes a drag from his cigarette and comes over.* I'll help. Just tell me what to do.
[21:33:21] <Wolf> ... Nah. I like Hox.
[21:34:21] <Houston> Alright. All the more fun for me. *He nods*
[21:34:44] <Hoxton> *Hox ponders for a moment, flipping Houston the bird* Yeah that's good, I guess! We'll need rockets! What's new years without bleedin rockets! *Hox looks up and waves Dallas over* We gotta need a light for the rockets.
[21:35:33] <Dallas> *Dallas fishes in his pocket and comes up with a lighter, which he tosses to Hox.*
[21:36:03] <Wolf> I have a flamethrower in the back of the truck.
[21:36:27] <Sydney> *Sydney gasps, then claps her hands together excitedly.*
[21:36:43] <Hoxton> *He catches it but then shakes his head* C'mon. Light some for us! Ya'll be in charge of the rockets, I take these spinning wankas.  And I hope she wont blow us all to high heavens.
[21:36:52] <Dallas> *turning to Wolf* A what?
[21:37:37] <Wolf> A flamethrower. Two flamethrowers, actually.
[21:38:19] <Houston> Wait... when the fuck did you put that there? *Her tries to scower his mind, wondering how that slipped by within his own truck*
[21:38:28] <Sydney> ...I think I'm in love.
[21:38:35] <Hoxton> Fuckin hell, wolfie! *He laughs but holy shite.* UH. Maybe keepin it to...regular fire for now?
[21:38:51] <Hoxton> Though....*The face of a man considering*
[21:39:12] <Houston> Fuck it. Go big or go home. *He shrugs*
[21:39:27] <Wolf> If I told you I'd have to kill you. *He chuckles, winking at Sydney. Yes this is definitely the multiple shots of vodka talking.*
[21:39:41] <Dallas> *Baffled silence from Dallas, but then--* Ah, it's new year's. But any of you singe your eyebrows off, I don't wanna hear any crying.
[21:40:19] <Sydney> I'll just draw'em back on. Gimme!
[21:40:28] <Houston> *He takes that into account as he lights a roman candle and ever so gently points it to Hox*
[21:41:14] <Wolf> *Wolf laughs manically, running to the back of  the trunk, shuffling around for a few minutes, then walking back out with the two flamethrowers. And some dynamite. Nice.*
[21:41:50] <Hoxton> C'mon, hurry up fellas! Not much time left!
[21:42:20] <Hoxton> *Rather watching Wolf return with the flamethrowers. Houston kind of forgotten.*
[21:42:33] <Houston> *The first pop from the roman candle was now heading to Hox so he pointed the rest of them up*
[21:42:37] <Sydney> *Sydney gleefully takes up the second flamethrower, asking Wolf for a quick tutorial in how they work.*
[21:43:29] <Hoxton> *A startled jump and he turns around, fuming* You asshole! I'll get ya back for that!
[21:44:23] <Houston> I'd like to see you try. *A sly hand movement was now aiming, again, at Hox*
[21:46:26] <Wolf> *Wolf, more or less, instructs her to point and shoot. Accidentally burning his hand in the process but it's no biggie.*
[21:47:00] <Hoxton> *Hox dives for the box, fishing out one for himself. No way he's gonna let that little shit win. A flick with the lighter and it's ON.*
[21:47:10] <Houston> *It popped of and he corrected it straight up once again* Oops.
[21:47:40] <Dallas> *What--whoa! Dallas starts backing up, out of the line of fire.* Whoa whoa whoa, guys guys guys--
[21:48:38] <Hoxton> *That's at least two he's owing Houston and he's aiming at him, grinning wildly*
[21:49:42] <Houston> *This time he aimed at Dallas, it popped off and for once he actually felt the need to hide*
[21:49:44] <Sydney> *Sydney gives hers a practice flare, grinning like a lunatic as there's a burst of flame.*
[21:50:21] <Wolf> *Wolf points his straight up, laughing manically, an arm around Sydney.* I AM THE GOD OF FIRE!!!!!
[21:51:49] <Dallas> *It hits Dallas squarely in a shower of sparks. He lets out a yelp, but then he's laughing, pointing an accusing finger right at Houston.* Don't make me come get you, you little shit!
[21:52:10] <Sydney> *Sydney bursts out laughing at Wolf's proclamation, responding,* Witness me!!
[21:53:40] <Hoxton> *And there is another one hitting Houston. Hox laughs and aims again. But this time there is a ball of light hitting Dallas too*
[21:54:56] <Houston> *Houston smiles thanking god he wasn't just tackled. Just like old times.* Ah fuck! *He is interrupted in his melancholy moment when a ball of sparks nails him in the chest*
[21:56:08] <Hoxton> Ya snooze, ya loose, wanka! C'mon!
[21:56:54] <Houston> *He aims his candle at Hoxton once more and then pop*
[21:57:50] <Hoxton> *Hox tries to jump away but the shot hits his shoulder and there is an undignified "ACK!". Hox is pointing back at houston, a pop of light coming loose*
[21:58:37] <Sydney> *Sydney seems to finally notice the ongoing war. She shakes her head, amused.*
[22:00:14] <Houston> *His dodge fails as well... and nails him right in the groin* Shit! *Hands moved fast to protect himself*
[22:01:13] <Hoxton> *A wild surge of laughter from Hoxton.* Hah! Take that! *AND MERCILESSLY LETTING ANOTHER GO.*
[22:03:10] <Houston> *He is pelted by another and ultimately forgets the candle in his hand. It drops to the floor aiming at his feet and appropriately still popping off* Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck *He scrambles away behind the truck* Payback will be a bitch Hox!
[22:04:42] <Dallas> *Dallas has finally managed to extricate himself from the wizard's duel, retreating to a safe distance. He gives Sydney a startled look, says* New year's ever this wild in Australia?
[22:05:51] <Sydney> *Sydney chuckles.* Probably. I always got too drunk to remember what happened.
[22:09:21] <Hoxton> Come at me, you little prick! HAH! *He turns to the others, clearly expecting praise for a duel won.* Ya dont fuck with the master.
[22:13:22] <Houston> Oh I will motherfucker! *He walks out from behind the truck as the candle finally stops*
[22:15:26] <Hoxton> Well then try an impress me, huh? *A shit eating grin and Hox takes one of those crackly ones, setting it off. Not tossing it at Houston, though*
[22:16:44] <Sydney> Oi, you lot done? It's almost time!
[22:17:22] <Wolf> Yeah!! *He's still got a grip firmly around Sydney. She's warm.*
[22:18:16] <Hoxton> *Hox turns to them, looking proud* Houston's arse kicked. Yeah I am! Everyone c'mon! Fetch somethin!
[22:22:29] <Houston> *Houston reached into the box finding the holy grail of prank fireworks. Fire crackers. He lit it and slyly flicked it between Hox's feet before walking over to Dallas* Sup man...
[22:23:31] <Dallas> *Genuine look of concern from Dallas, and he squeezes Houston's shoulder.* You okay?
[22:24:09] <Houston> *he smirks* I will be. *Pop*
[22:24:45] <Hoxton> *And a resounding "ARGH" from aside*
[22:25:34] <Hoxton> I'll fuckin end ya, Houston! *Hoxton is rummaging in the box as well. He shoots Sydney a look. TEMPTING. But not worth the painful death Dallas will bring upon him*
[22:26:25] <Houston> *He tried his best to hold in a laugh but failed miserably, now using his brother as a meat shield*
[22:26:54] <Dallas> *Dallas' confused half-smile turns into a frown, and he peers past Houston at Hoxton.* Jesus, buddy. *as Houston hides behind him* All right, buddies--settle down. Like Sydney said, it's almost time!
[22:27:57] <Hoxton> C'mon, I wont hurt him too badly. I can't deny a challenge like this! OI! Stop hiding like a little pussy!
[22:30:32] <Houston> *Houston steps out from behind Dallas* Truce? *It was a lie, Hox would get revenge... and he wanted to fuck with the brit more because of it.*
[22:34:37] <Hoxton> If ya try and pull shite again....*He makes a throat slitting movemen with his hand and grins.*
[22:36:38] <Hoxton> *The thought of forcing that vile liquor down his throat. Tempting.*
[22:36:47] <Houston> *Houston mockingly flails his arms* Ah I'm scared... *but nods* Alright, you have my word. *A lie*
[22:37:01] <Hoxton> I'll borrow Sydney's thrower otherwise. I aint fuckin around, twat.
[22:37:33] <Houston> Careful. Might even out your face. *A smirk*
[22:37:44] <Dallas> Boys.
[22:41:48] <Hoxton> *A flurry of colorful insults. He's tempted but stalks off to the crate, taking out fireworks, muttering*
[22:42:53] <Dallas> *Dallas pulls Houston closer to whisper.* Be nice, okay? Just make an effort. For me.
[22:44:44] <Houston> *He sighs* Alright.
[22:45:50] <Dallas> *A warm pat.* Thanks. Appreciate it, Danny.
[22:46:54] <Hoxton> *Hox looks mightily ruffled, rubbing his burned half and muttering something like "The ladies love men with war scars." But he shuts up eventually, having spread out a neat selection of fireworks.*
[22:47:34] <Houston> No problem... Natey. *A cheeky smile*
[22:48:17] <Dallas> *Dallas pulls in a deep breath, lets it out.* All right. Come on, let's help him set up, huh?
[22:49:49] <Houston> *He nods* Okay. And I promise not to aim them all at him.
[22:50:41] <Houston> *He chuckles* Just some.
[22:50:46] <Houston> Kidding.
[22:53:05] <Dallas> *A small chuckle from Dallas, and a friendly pat on the back.* Attaboy. *And he steps over to Hox, having a look at the firepower he's laid out.* All right, whaddawe got here?
[22:56:42] <Hoxton> *Hox looks still ruffled, sooty spots over his clothes* Hah. We got us some rockets here. A few spinners, a few volcanos and sparklers. *Pretty sure those are not the official names but he just goes on.* And the good shite. *A pile of crackers of various sizes. Might be actual tiny bombs. Courtesy of vlad.*

2019-01-03

[21:04:51] <Dallas> *Dallas checks his watch.* Better make it fast. You got about 45 seconds.
[21:07:11] <Sydney> *Sydney takes position at a 45 degree angle to Wolf, far enough to ensure all the fireworks will be engulfed, but avoiding an angle to hit him and the others.*
[21:10:26] <Houston> *Houston walks backwards a fair amount of distance. Safety first... thought the man who was aiming roman candles at the others*
[21:12:56] <Dallas> *Dallas backs up, looking at his watch.* Fifteen seconds to midnight, buddies! Ten--
[21:16:02] <Hoxton> *Alright! Hox is poised with the lighter, flame flickering right by a rocket. He's ready for this baby to fly*
[21:18:34] <Dallas> --three, two... one! *with a wild, uncharacteristic whoop* Happy new year, you beautiful bastards!
[21:20:45] <Houston> *Houston pulls out one of those weird popper thingies from his pocket and pulls the string* Yeah! *A slightly delayed reaction*
[21:20:49] <Sydney> *Sydney gleefully fires the flamethrower, which quickly sets off a chain reaction as the fireworks' fuses are lit. Most go off instantly, some start after a few seconds, but the effect is spectacular.*
[21:21:19] <Hoxton> *Hox moves to light the rocket, grinning wildly as he lights the thing. It shoots up, exploding in a sparkle of colors and glittering light*
[21:24:19] <Dallas> *Fucking beautiful. Dallas stares up at the blossom of light and sparks, briefly dazzled before he takes a peek at the crew. Fuck... all the shit they've been through--one look at those happy faces, and it's all worthwhile.*
[21:26:52] <Sydney> *As she reluctantly turns the flamethrower off, Sydney basks in the figurative and literal glow. She could get used to this.*
[21:29:46] <Wolf> *Wolf's laughing again, more out of sheer joy then mania, a bright smile on his face.*
[21:30:17] <Houston> *He stares in awe of the gleams and sparkly showers, a small smile*
[21:31:22] <Sydney> *Sydney calls out in her shrill voice* Happy fucking new year! *And fires the flamethrower again for good measure.*
[21:34:28] <Hoxton> *Hoxton whoops loudly, lighting another rocket with a fierce grin. Oh he'd love to hear what they neighbors are thinking. Must look like a darn fireblast in here*
[21:44:33] <Hoxton> *Hox bends down and picks up a couple roman candles, shooting the crew a look.* Anyone of ya man enough for a little fight?
[21:45:10] <Dallas> *A car goes past, giving a loud enthusiastic beep beep in response to the fireworks. Dallas, smiling for once, says* And that's another year done and dusted. Here's to the next one, huh? We'll make it good! Hell, we'll make it even better.
[21:45:43] <Sydney> 'Course it'll be better. I'm here. *She winks, chuckling.*
[21:46:36] <Houston> *Houston smiles* Careful, your mask won't fit if your ego keeps growing. *He walks over to grab a roman candle*
[21:47:31] <Wolf> YEAH!! *He grabs Sydney, hugging her. Mania + alcohol = hell.*
[21:48:37] <Sydney> *Sydney shakes her head, muttering* At least it's -my- mask. *She is interrupted by the enthusiastic Wolf, and can't help but laugh.* Wolfie, mate, you got the best toys.
[21:49:53] <Houston> *He chuckles reassuringly* You can always make another. *He lights the roman candle and obliviously has it aimed at Dallas*
[21:52:13] <Hoxton> *Hox smiles, watching Sydney and Wolf hug and laugh. Feels good, he has to admit. That they are growing friendly and all. He's feeling rather hopeful in this moment, but things need to be attended to.* Oi! Who's in?
[21:52:57] <Dallas> *Houston's sneaky little stupefy hits Dallas dead on, and he lets out a startled yelp, patting the sparks off.* Goddamn it! Okay, that's it! *fishing among the remaining fireworks* Hox, throw me the lighter!
[21:53:18] <Houston> I am *He laughs*
[21:55:48] <Hoxton> *Hox laughs, lighting his own candle and throwing Dallas the lighter* IT'S ON NOW!
[21:56:11] <Hoxton> *He laughs and sprints back, aiming a blob at Houston* Dont turn yer back on me, ya wanka!
[21:56:43] <Sydney> *Having extricated herself from Wolf's grip, Sydney looks to the boys.* And you were giving me grief about losing me eyebrows.
[21:57:40] <Sydney> Bunch of drongos, you are.
[21:57:44] <Dallas> *Looking up from touching flame to fuse, Dallas says* Do as I say, not as I do! This is war! *First order of business--(attempt to) hit Houston with a sparking fizzing stunning spell. STUPEFY!*
[21:58:16] <Houston> *It hits Houston dead on so he retorted back with one specifically aimed at Hox's manhood for payback* Payback muuuthaaafuuuukaaa!
[22:04:26] <Hoxton> *Hoxton leaps to the side, yelping as the ball of light dashes past him. CLOSE CALL. He answers fire immediately, the ball of light dashing at Houston* I'LL FUCKING GUT YA, WANKA!
[22:05:36] <Houston> Fuck! *He missed... so he aims at Syd. Because that was the obvious choice*
[22:13:32] <Sydney> *The unsuspecting Sydney gets caught full blast by Houston's attack.* Oi! OI! You fuckers! *A wicked gleam enters her eyes as she grabs the flamethrower.* Don't care who started this, but I'm going to fucking finish it!
[22:14:37] <Hoxton> Holy shite! *Hox laughs but backs away, his candle spurting out more lights in the direction of Houston and Dallas.* IT WAS HOUSTON!
[22:15:26] <Houston> *Sheer panic takes over* OH FUCK! *He drops the roman candle as it continues to pop off, he doesn't care... he's hiding behind the truck now* HOXTON SNITCHES GET STITCHES YOU FUCKER!
[22:15:47] <Dallas> *Still giddily letting off spells, Dallas catches sight of Sydney's flamethrower and goes rather serious, pointing the Roman candle straight up on the ground to fire off safely and backing away. NOPE.*
[22:20:32] <Sydney> *Sydney fires a quick warning blast towards Hoxton, more a 'poof' of fire than anything life-threatening. Seeing Dallas has disarmed himself, she stalks after Houston, his location revealed by the candle he dropped.*
[22:23:20] <Dallas> *Phew, in the clear! Dallas gives Sydney an awkward apologetic smile, hands up to appease, then reaches in his pocket and pulls out a pack of smokes, lighting up.*
[22:23:40] <Sydney> Houston! Come out to play-ay!!!
[22:25:49] <Houston> *He scuttles around the truck* I'm sorry! *A slight chuckle but still slightly... worried?*
[22:27:14] <Hoxton> *Hox jumps back a bit, feeling the heat of the plume of fire! He curses, aiming his candle back so a pop dashes past Dallas. But seeing Sydney corner Houston like that....sure, he has it coming but that's no fun game! A pop goes off into Sydney's direction*
[22:29:32] <Houston> *He thinks for a moment* Look! I'll let you kick me in the nuts... Fire is not a toy!
[22:35:06] <Sydney> *Sydney gives him a predatory grin that shows more teeth than it should.* You know what would be really, really fucking funny? If the two of you matched. *Luckily for Houston's sake, before she can aim the flamethrower at his face, she is interrupted by Hoxton's flare. She whirls around, firing at Hoxton--or she would have, had the fuel gauge not been deep, deep into the red. It lets out a cough, but is no more.* Aw, fuck!
[22:36:28] <Houston> *Houston falls to his knees* THE GODS ARE WATCHING ME! *Completely ignoring the fact it was actually Hox*
[22:37:54] <Hoxton> Hah! Whaddaya do now, lassie? *the candle spurts out one more light and pauses. Hox shakes it, cursing, hauling ass to grab himself a new one* SHIT.
[22:39:35] <Houston> *Houston eerily creeps out from behind the truck* Hello Sydney... No hard feelings? *A very strange smile that had a vast amount of fear twinged within it*
[22:41:38] <Sydney> *She grins at him, winks, then flips him the bird as she beats a hasty retreat into the truck, slamming the door behind her.*
[22:42:57] <Houston> Fair enough... *He nods but still confused why she hauled ass to the truck*
[22:43:20] <Hoxton> *And then it's Hox turn to look alarmed. He grabs himself two candles.* SOMEONE GIMME A LIGHT BEFORE SHE COMES BACK.
[22:43:31] <Hoxton> FOOK! SHE'S RELOADIN?
[22:44:13] <Dallas> Hey! *It's Dallas, tossing the lighter back to Hoxton.*
[22:45:33] <Hoxton> *Hox almost let's it fall, yelling his thanks and retreating to the cover or a dumpster. Squinting, keeping a close look on the van.*
[22:47:45] <Houston> Hey Dallas... Before I die. I just wanna say... *A dramatic pause* All those years ago... Yeah... *Another pause* You choice in school clothes was shit...
[22:48:49] <Sydney> *Sydney looks around inside for extra fuel, but it seems like Wolf carries the only extras available. She curses, but notices the chocolate and vodka that had been brought with. Hmmm. Decisions, decisions. She takes a swig of the vodka to gauge its quality before deciding what to do with it.*
[22:49:09] <Houston> *He runs and hides behind some bushes*
[22:49:11] <Dallas> *Dallas' face goes from :D to D: to D:< in two seconds flat.*
[22:50:10] <Dallas> *The vodka is so smooth. Sweeter than BABIES' TEARS, Vlad would say if he were here.*
[22:50:39] <Hoxton> Oi you two! The fuck she's doin? Can ya see somethin?
[22:50:49] <Hoxton> *A little intimidated? YES*
[22:51:24] <Dallas> No idea!
[22:52:14] <Houston> *He yells to Hoxton* I'M ABOUT TO DIE! SO BEFORE I GO! I WANT TO TELL YOU SOMETHING IMPORTANT. *A cheeky smile* FUCK YOU!
[22:52:42] <Hoxton> Look closer then! *He Is debating to get himself some firecrackers. He's dead set on escaping with that one half of his face intact*
[22:53:07] <Dallas> *At that parting shot, Dallas can't help but break into laughter.*
[22:53:09] <Hoxton> I'LL WEEP AT YOUR FUNERAL, WANKA.
[22:54:08] <Houston> MY CLOSED CASKET WILL NOT BE PENETRABLE BY YOUR INSULTS!
[22:54:21] <Sydney> *Damn. Too good to waste on Molotovs. Sydney looks crestfallen, and takes another swig. And another. She half empties the bottle before scrounging around for a piece of loose cloth to use as a wick.*
[22:56:31] <Hoxton> AND I'LL COMFORT YA BROTHER! *Hox grins like a little shit, flipping him the bird*
[22:57:25] <Dallas> *Baffled look from Dallas, but then he sighs.* I need a damn drink.
[22:57:36] <Sydney> *Sydney kicks open the door of the truck, holding a lit Molotov aloft.* Oi! You done yet, or do I have to waste this amazing vodka??
[22:58:16] <Dallas> *SPEAKING OF DRINKS--* Hey, th--whoawhoawhoa! Put that out, buddy!
[22:58:21] <Houston> *He pops out of the bushes like a whack-a-mole* I've been done... I'm just scared for my life now... *Back down he goes*
[22:59:21] <Hoxton> Jesus! *He eyes her with a frown* Oi! Can we negotiate?
[23:01:59] <Hoxton> *And a candle wave at Dallas. Have fun comforting your brother later. Handing out the sick burns*
[23:02:27] <Sydney> Mmhmm, that's what I thought! *She waves the molotov about threateningly.* I'll hear your terms of surrender!
[23:02:59] <Houston> *Out of the bushes he comes* Punch me. Like square in the face... just... put the molotov down please.
[23:03:33] <Hoxton> I'll trade ya....these candles for the molly! They are way more fun, trust me! Dunno....light the dumpster on fire here!
[23:04:46] <Dallas> *picking up where Hox left off* Yeah, how about you take these candles, and we'll be your little shooting gallery. It'll be like The Most Dangerous Game.
[23:06:34] <Houston> Oh yes. Better idea... also because I just noticed your gloves... fuckin' a... *He winces*
[23:07:55] <Sydney> Honestly, what I want is to get back to the safehouse before the vodka really starts to kick in. *Indeed, the bottle seems to be mostly empty.* I -will- take that punch to Houston's face, however. Or I can kick ya in the nads. I seem to recall that being on the table earlier, yeah? I'll let you pick.
[23:09:26] <Houston> *He sighs* Okay... choose... I'm gonna close my eyes and you can choose where... *He stands there... scared... and closing his eyes*
[23:09:41] <Hoxton> *Heavy accented should from the dumpsters* HOLY SHITE. SOMEONE FILM THIS.
[23:10:02] <Hoxton> Dallas, mate. If she's done ya gonna have a sister!
[23:12:38] <Dallas> *Dallas is looking distinctly uncomfortable now, though he doesn't intercede. Not his fight. Still, he can't resist barking out to Hoxton* You, shut it!
[23:13:06] <Sydney> *Sydney grins, and jumps down from the truck. She walks over to Houston. "You sure you want me to pick? I said I'd let you."
[23:14:38] <Houston> *Houston chuckles uneasy* I'm fine Natey. And... well... yeah... fuck it... It's gonna hurt either way.
[23:16:50] <Hoxton> *Shit. This is a really sad thing to behold. Hox curses, lighting that candle and goes dashing from the dumpsters, aiming at Sydney* COME ON! TAKE ON A REAL MAN!
[23:17:07] <Hoxton> *HOPING THE MOLOTOV IS JUST A JOKE*
[23:18:00] <Sydney> *After a long moment of deliberation, Sydney punches him.  In the dick. She pulls her punch, but with the spikes on the glove, it's more than enough.* Couldn't decide, so I split the difference. *She plucks the burning wick out of the molotov, not caring that she singes her fingers a little, and stamps the flame out.*
[23:18:26] <Houston> *No words... Just man on the floor...*
[23:21:04] <Sydney> *Sydney leans down and whispers,* Don't fuck with me again, yeah?
[23:22:17] <Houston> *He nods* I'm not drunk enough for this shit...
[23:23:00] <Sydney> *As an expression of pity, she leaves him the now-defused molotov.* Someone get him up, yeah?
[23:23:24] <Hoxton> *and yet there is Hox dashing towards then, aiming the candle with surprising precision*
[23:23:47] <Houston> Nope... *He moves to his own feet* Fuck...
[23:25:54] <Sydney> *Sydney looks to Hoxton with an expression that says, 'Really?' *
[23:27:24] <Houston> Syd... Punch him... *A pained chuckle*
[23:28:13] <Dallas> *Dallas gets a startled look at Hox's charge, and slooowly backs away from the action only to make for his car at a brisk stride. Making like a tree.*