Night Watch I: Eliza, Ward of Andrew

*James’ POV*

I had heard the both of them start arguing, and so had Blasko. We’d been hurrying through the damned Ceremony, trying to get through it in time without an incident, but no such fucking luck. Fortunately, our back up plan worked out just fine.

Blasko and I just watched as our esteemed Second Officers went after each other like a bunch of goblins. We gave them a few minutes; it made for amusing viewing. Blasko got impatient first and signaled to Jinxx and Ronnie. I would have given it a little while longer. They both deserved the beating they were dishing out to each other. They were a pretty well matched pair when it came to a brawl.

Ronnie grabbed Andrew, who had the upper hand for the moment, by that floofy mane he called hair, and clocked him soundly. Andrew was instantly out. Ronnie looped his arms under Andrews' and pulled him off of a surprised Ashley.

Ashley sat up. “Hey Ronnie, than-“ Jinxx hit him with a haymaker from behind, and then Ashley was out too. Though only one unconscious troublemaker would have been strictly necessary to stop the fight, we never would have heard the end of it from whoever hadn't been popped in the head by one of their subordinates.

“Fuck, man, kids.” I thought about our options and scratched my chin, irritated.

“Don’t I fucking know it, James. Hopefully things will change after tomorrow.” Blasko nodded at Andrew and frowned. I fucking hated it when Blasko frowned. When he wasn't being a theatrical, melodramatic bastard, it meant he was actually worried. Shit.

“Yeah, I sure hope so, you crazy bastard.” I patted his shoulder. He sure had come up with a crazy plan to settle them down, but I wasn’t about to count on it working. I intended to drive the point home that their behavior was unacceptable, and to do it with finality, right then and there.

The boys were starting to come round. I leaned in towards Blasko. “They’re both great Officers, though, and we can’t be having this kind of crap. So I’m going to do my best to scare the shit out of them." I cracked my knuckles. "Got my back?”

Blasko grinned. Of course he did. You couldn't ask for a better guy to be carrying a sword by your side in battle. Or to try and help you whip some sense into your dumbass Second Officers.

Notes

kids, man. heh.