#theinnkeeper

Bahorel: What the actual fuck do you think you're doing, huh?

Thénardier: F- Wait, what?

Thénardier: What are you doing here?

Bahorel: What am I doing here? I want to know what makes you punch your own kids.

Thénardier: Hmm. And I'd like to know what makes that your business, lad.

Thénardier: 'Ponine ain't your concern, she's mine.

Bahorel: She's my friend

Bahorel: I don't like it very much when people hurt my friends

Thénardier: -snorts-

Thénardier: Oh, you don't, do you?

Bahorel: -narrows his eyes-

Bahorel: Yes, I do.

Bahorel: 'sides, she ain't /yours/ she's her own. You can't own people.

Thénardier: My concern, I meant. I'm sure she ain't happy with you being 'round here. Likes to think she can take care of herself.

Bahorel: I know she's not happy with this, but I just wanted to get my answers.

Bahorel: She's got to take care of herself if her parents aren't.

Thénardier: -laughs softly, rubbing his forehead-

Thénardier: Well, that ain't your concern either.

Bahorel: As you may notice, I have a thing for meddling.

Bahorel: -rubs his knuckles with a little frown-

Thénardier: Hmm.

Thénardier: -smirks slightly-

Thénardier: And what makes you think you deserve these.. 'answers'?

Thénardier: Clear off, lad. You're out of your depth.

Bahorel: Oh am I? I don't even care what the fuck it was about, you don't fuckin' punch your kids.

Thénardier: Oh, right.... right.

Bahorel: -takes a step towards the other man with a frown-

Thénardier: I'll be sure to write that one down.

Bahorel: Oh get out.

Thénardier: -laughs-

Thénardier: Listen, lad. There ain't no need for this.

Bahorel: For what exactly, hmm?

Thénardier: This whole façade  You come in here playing the hero, and what for? 'Ponine? Because I can tell you now she ain't worth it.

Bahorel: Why the fuck would you say such a thing?

Thénardier: Because she ain't. And believe me, I know.

Thénardier: Besides, I ain't here to explain myself to you. Nor am I here to 'ave this conversation.

Bahorel: Yeah. Walk away like the ratty coward you are. 

-crosses his arms and spits at the man-

Thénardier: -steps towards him, grinning darkly-

Thénardier: Listen, 'tough lad'. I'll level with you.

Thénardier: Either you leave now, or you'll regret ever stepping foot 'round here.

Thénardier: And believe me, you /will/ regret it.

Bahorel: -tilts his head, unimpressed-

Oh, what are you going to do? Call your little posse of cowardly criminals to back you up?

Thénardier: -snorts-

Thénardier: Call them what you want, it's more than what you've got.

Bahorel: So you can't fight your own fights?

Thénardier: -smirks, furrowing his brows slightly-

Thénardier: To be honest I'd rather not reduce myself to fight with a man half my age. At least 'Parnasse is young enough to consider teaching you a lesson.

Bahorel: Oh I've already served 'Parnasse's ass back to him once, don't think it'll take much to do that again.

Thénardier: -bites the skin on the inside of his lip nervously-

Thénardier: -clears his throat-

Bahorel: -tilts his head with a frown- What is it, trying to think of an excuse?

Bahorel: Or are you doubting whether you should call for your boyfriend? -smirks-

Thénardier: -inhales, eyeing the other man steadily before abruptly punching him across the face-

Bahorel: -growls softly as he rubs his nose for a moment, dazed-

"What th--"

-he hissed and curled his hand to a fist, returning the favour and punching the ginger man in the face-

Thénardier: -stumbles back towards him, aiming again for his face with a locked fist-

Bahorel: -Growls in pain as he receives another punch in the face and counters it with a wild swing at Thénardier's stomach-

Thénardier: -stumbles back, taken suddenly by a blow to the stomach-

Thénardier: -charges towards the other man, attempting to tackle him-

Bahorel: -he couldn't help but to smirk at seeing the other man stagger, but the smirk soon faded as he fell to the ground with a groan, trying to shove the other man off-

Thénardier: -hastily pushes up a sleeve and again begins to punch Bahorel, striking him heavily across the face-

Bahorel: -he howls in pain as the first few blows land on his face. He started trashing around and raised his hand to try and roughly shove it against the man's jaw. He could feel his nose breaking and the taste of blood filled his mouth as he desperately tried to get the man off him.-

Thénardier: -steadily pushing down on top of bahorel, he continues to punch him, struggling against the other man's force, a stinging sensation spreading across his knuckles-

Bahorel: -the blood seemed to have gotten into his eyes, and he shut them tightly. The blows against his face numbed his brain and left a ringing in his ears. He tried to throw the man off again until a very hard blow hit him against his jaw, which made the worst noise he had ever heard and the sheer agony of it made him go limp while panting heavily. He had made a big mistake.-

Thénardier: -He leaned back, an expression of arrogance upon his face, his chest heaving as he attempted to catch his breath. After glancing back at the other man's bloodied visage, he pushed himself upright and spat on him as he lay crippled in pain before turning to leave.-

Bahorel: -the younger man winced in pain and flinched when he was spat on. He wanted to curl up and clutch  his broken face, but instead he pushed up from the floor, swaying from side to side. He spat blood at the back of thénardier's head and hissed- vuile hond! Ik krijg je nog wel!