errantechoes | (no subject)

Sometimes, bar fights went really bad really fast. It happened when Tim had just a little too much and underestimated who he was picking fights with and when some people weren't aware of the unwritten 'no knives, no guns' rule. Thankfully, about the time he got knifed in the side was also about the time the asshole caught sight of the badge on his belt and panicked, taking off in the worst drunken stumble Tim had ever witnessed.

He'd considered going home, but Billy was in town, and the hotel was closer, and that was where Tim was supposed to be ending up for the night anyway. It also seemed like a better idea than trying to stitch himself up while intoxicated. The stab wound was about the only blow the other guy had managed to get in (plus an unfortunate punch to Tim's cheek, which was beginning to bruise), so it was easy enough to press an arm to his side and get past the front desk without bleeding everywhere or looking too suspicious. He used his key to get into Billy's room, keeping his arm clamped to his side. It was becoming a little more difficult to stay steady on his feet.

This was not cool. The kind of Not Cool that goes with the PDC usual--which Kutter finds mildly annoying but blows it up to Not Cool level--no, this was Not Cool twice. NOT COOL, instead of Not Cool.

The point is Kutter's in them middle of booking Cheshire again, the freaky twitching girl laughing maniacally, and he looks up and sees NOT COOL in all capital letters.

"Hey--" He snaps his fingers in front of Eva, who looks up with a glare on her face. "Can someone explain what the fuck the FBI is talking to Cross right now?"

"Can someone explain to me why you're not watching your perp?" Eva echoes right back, and Kutter shoots her a Look (not to be confused with a normal, plain 'look,') and looks back at the group talking to Cross. The only explanation was either that or mafia, and Powers division didn't do anything with the mafia unless it was Bug's old shit. There's no way the guys are anything other than--

"I heard CIA," Deena chimes, and Kutter is glad she's gossiping instead of insulting his facial hair. Kutter groans, and Zabrinski laughs at him in the corner

Cheshire manages to break free of her cuffs, of course--fucking bitch manages to scratch him in the face, too, and Kutter forgets the entirety of what's going on while he, Zabrinski, and a few other guys jump on the petite girl to restrain her. The commotion causes Cross to look up and even through the scuffle he can just feel his eyes on him.

Well, fuck him, because Kutter's bleeding, Cheshire's finally being tased, and Kutter already wants his shift to end so he can grab a goddamn drink because the FBI--CIA, he corrects--is getting ready to bulldoze their way in here. Perfect.

minor (or major) injury things, i'm just makin' shit up

I'm just winging shit