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It had all happened very quickly for Smee, tumbling to the ground unsure of exactly how he’d missed, then turning onto his back only for the big blond to be sat on top of him. He was enraged, at first, wishing he’d wrestled or something like it seemed this guy did, wondering if this was the point where he dragged his knife out of his pocket, but then it wasn’t all bad. In fact, it wasn’t bad at all. His dignity could take a dig or two for his art, and this was more of an opportunity than anything; it’d been a while. “Yeah? What do you win, then? What’s the prize?” His brow quirked up, lips turning in a smirk.

Wally grinned, big and easy and stupid, and shrugged. “Winnin’s the prize, yeah?” Honestly, Wally didn’t need proof, he just liked knowing that he could do the thing. And the fight itself was most of the fun, anyway. “You gonna behave if I let ya up, mate?” He asked, poking at the guy’s shoulder a bit, instantly friendly until some shit was tried again. “You make me bleed and I make you bleed worse, yeah?”

“Oi! You that Dexter kid?” As he asked, Wally was taking a seat on the kid’s table, probably moving some stuff, right where he couldn’t be ignored. “Can you fix my thing? I’ll pay ya.”

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That was more than enough for Smee. He’d never been wildly practiced, had never trained to fight, but ht sure as hell had learned quickly as a kid, and he wasn’t in any line of work to forget his lessons. Sure, the guy had gotten him with that first blow, but he could shake it off and ignore the ringing enough to stay low and lunge forward, shoulder straight to the chest to try and send them both to the ground. 

The most fun about fights, when Wally wasn’t raging, was when little guys like this actually tried to knock him over. It was a nice try, really, but he planted his feet and spun, at least trying to trip the guy up with his leg. And once the guy was on the ground, Wally just went ahead and sat on his legs to keep him from getting up. He liked being the big guy. “So...I win.”

Smee squinted, pulled his head back in mock offense, though he really wasn’t sure whether this was time to be offended or not. “Perfect impression of you, mate, sorry. Sometimes the truth hurts.” He didn’t know what he was dealing with here or what the fuck a king’s hit was, but the guy seemed pretty chill. “If you want a fight we’ve got one. Get one hell of a what?”

Now, usually....Wally might’ve given a bit more leeway, but he was bored and a tussle seemed like a fun option at the moment. You didn’t make fun of Wally Beetles twice, if you wanted to keep all your bits intact. “King’s hit, mate!” he repeated easily, before explaining it by balling up his fist and walloping the guy across the jaw with one hell of a sucker punch. “Like that!”

“Oi!” Wally shouted to the general dining area in Flo’s, spotting a man behind the counter. “You Donny or what?”

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Her smile easily widened at his observation, waving it off with a playful bashfulness as she was already enjoying the other’s company. “If ya think that’s neat, I’ve got a whole bunch of other cool things about me, to; like how I knitted this sweater and crafted these earrings and have a pet pig. His name is Waddles! ‘Cuz he waddles. Well, damn, way to go parents, amarite? We’re gonna get along swimmingly, I can tell! So Wally, tell me…do your friends always end up missing out on awesome things like haunted houses? ‘Cuz that’s like, super lame.”

To be honest, the sweater wasn’t what really impressed him, even though it didn’t look handmade. Mostly it was the pig. “A pet pig!” he half-shouted, only because who actually had a pig? He wanted a pig! “How’d you get one of them? All I’ve got’s a....” Wally paused. “Sorta got a lizard.” Wasn’t really his lizard, but he was pretty sure it was the same one that always showed up outside his dorm. Didn’t matter. “Uh, not always, I think they’re just goin’ and doin’ other stuff. Abby wanted to do that basketball thing.”

When Smee did react, there was rage behind his glare, following the path he supposed the can had taken to the big idiot behind it, raising an eyebrow in challenge. It hadn’t even hurt, the contact that it had made, but anger had never been a fully rational emotion. “Sorry?” he sneered, mouth twisted. “That all you’ve got?” His voice raised in pitch, mocking now, genuinely amused by himself if his smile had anything to say about it. “Sorry ‘bout your leg,” his voice settled back into his natural register, “Fuck off.”

Wally felt a sort of glaze over himself for a bit, since he didn’t really care if his apology was accepted, but his attention came back when he heard the high-pitch. “Was that s’posed to be me? Needs work,” Wally teased, taking a few easy steps forward. “You can try it again, mate, but then you’re gonna get one hell of a king’s hit.”

“Well, this is a ball…” Lalya answered, as if that should be enough. As if it should be obvious - because really, it should be. But the boy seemed confused and innocent enough, so she decided she’d throw him a bone. “Events like this usually have formal attire dress codes, which means wearing a gown. And gowns aren’t short, they’re long and elegant. This particular one with the extra fabric is more of a personal choice, though.”

It took a lot of effort for Wally to hold back a ‘duh’, but he was determined to behave himself. Women being women...always threw him off though. “Sure, but I didn’t think it was a thing to have some of your dress on the floor?” He shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. I just hope if you want to dance it doesn’t trip you up.”

For a brief moment she frowns at the idea of putting her dress up before she catches herself and easily slides back into a polite smile. “No thank you dear, I think it’ll be fine. Just need to be a bit more observant about where I’m going, that’s all,” Layla answered, hoping she didn’t seem rude for rejecting his help but she just couldn’t deal with how ridiculous she would look with the ends of her dress pinned up. Besides, as impractical as it may be she loved the flow of the extra fabric. “But I appreciate the offer.”

Wally shrugged. “I getcha, it’s a girl thing, I guess.” Which really meant that Wally was pretty damn confused as to why anyone would want to wear anything that they couldn’t get around in, or that other people couldn’t get around, but it wasn’t like it was his call. Maybe she’d learn after a couple more people ended up stepping on the thing. “So, uh. I don’t do fashion, is it a thing to wear something so long or is this just a you choice?”

The corners of her lips tugged in a smile at the use of her childhood nickname - even though there was no way for this boy to have known it, Layla still couldn’t help but get a little rush of excitement over being called lady again. “It’s alright, dear. Don’t worry.” Glancing down at the dress once more, she saw that he was correct - there wasn’t any lasting dirt on it, thank heavens. “No harm done. It’s all fine.”

Normally, Wally didn’t take to people that were much older than him, but since this woman hadn’t gone and yelled at him like adults tended to do, he ended up smiling instead. “Thanks, lady.” The immediate ‘alright’ did a lot for him, honestly. “Still feel bad for steppin’ on it. D’ya need somethin’ to keep it up with? So nobody else ends up like me?”

She eagerly bumped her fist to his own, beaming brightly up at him. “Yay, I love making new friends! I’m Mabel. Pines. And I like your accent! And I’m like…literally down for anything most of the time.”

Alright, a cool girl! Those were pretty rare, at least when it came to him. Yeah, he had two friends that were girls, but like...most of them just sort of got annoying. “Mabel. Huh. You’ve almost got two tree names!” he remarked, sounding pretty impressed. “Thanks, I got it from my parents. And it’s good you’re down for anything ‘cause I like doing anything.”

“Wait. Seriously? God, I’ve found another Jude.” Jen shook her head softly. At least Jude didn’t feel like he had to prove how manly he was all the time. Either way, Jen had made a bet and she was going to see it through. “Why would i have the twenty when you’re the one going to scream first?” 

“Seriously. Don’t know Jude, either.” At least, not the one she was talking about, but whatever, he probably wasn’t much fun if he was friends with this girl. “You’re gonna need it ‘cause I don’t pay out for bets I win, sheila. That easy.”

“Me? I’d call security and explain what happened, they’d ask the employee in question if they want to press charges.” Judy explained what could happen and went on to answer his last question. “I am actually.”

“Awh, no fun,” Wally griped, shaking his head. At least he’d known that he was around a no-fun zone. Made it easier for him to get out of it. “Oh, thought so. Ya might wanna go check somewheres else if ya want donuts, though, there’s none over here. Plus I don’t wanna get shot.”

“Go right on ahead. And when you come out you’ll see exactly what I meant.” With an arm held out, pointing him towards the haunted house, Flynn offered a shrug. He wasn’t about to back down - not on his lie and not on his refusal to go into the haunted house. “I’m not wasting my tickets or money on it again. But I’m telling you, it’s boring as hell.” 

"Right, so it’s definitely scary, ‘cause I know a fella who’s tryin’ ta be tough when I sees one,” Wally remarked with a wave of the hand. “Don’t worry about it, mate, go get a nappy change and a blankie and go on some rides for the ankle-biters.” Wally was all for teasing this guy, because he figured that it might get something to happen, but he wasn’t going to waste much more time on it because he was getting bored. “It’s not my problem.”

“Crud.” He made a bit of a face, then looked up toward whoever was attached to the leg. Some guy. Didn’t look super happy. Wally grinned, and decided that hey, maybe if this didn’t end up okay, he could get into some mess. “Hey, man. Sorry ‘bout your leg.”

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