"Ach laddie I cannae believe ye did thae'!"
Demo was laughing and laughing, so hard he could barely keep sitting on the bench. It was odd behavior for someone in a jail cell, but he'd been through worse, and besides, the two of them seemed to wind up in this kind of situation a lot, for various reasons.
Jane, after all, was hard to stop once he got going in a fight. The Soldier'd probably punched out more cops on a regular basis than was good for anyone- it was only by mercy of their contracts that they rarely spent more than a night behind bars. They were probably in for a hell of a scolding by their respective bosses later, though.
The BLU Soldier simply huffed, shrugging, and wiped his bloody knuckles on the sleeve of his jacket, leaving a dark purple stain as red met blue.
"Well, what the hell'd you expect?"
"Could've always gone someplace else."
"No way. It was the goddamn principle. I mean, what's wrong with you? I do not see a single goddamn reason that you can't drink at the same bar's I can."
"Sign of the times, lad. Sooner're later people'll realize what bloody wee children they're bein' with all'a this foolishness."
"It's stupid. I mean, Jesus Christ, Tav. You're a goddamned standup guy. Best damn demolitionist I've ever seen, and the best friend I've ever had. No reason at all that just because you're
jesus. It's stupid."
"Ain't arguing there, lad. But for now, it's just thae way things are."
The Soldier huffs again.
"I don't like the way things are. I mean, if you can't even
I have no idea why that fucking guy had a fucking problem with Scottish people anyway."
Tavish blinks, his eye widening a bit.
"Come again, lad?"
"I said I don't know what his damn problem with Scottish people is. I mean sure you guys're impossible to fucking understand half the time, but
oh, Jesus, WHAT?"
Tavish is laughing again, even harder than before, holding his sides.
He wipes a tear away, trying to catch his breath, and claps Jane on the shoulder.
"Nae'mind, lad. Thank ye.
Ye are the best mate I've e're had, too."