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The blow to the face certainly did not feel the best. John's head snapped back, and a fine trickled of blood began to drip from his nose sliding down his face. "You fucking fuck..." John swiped his hand across his bleeding face spitting onto the floor. Gritting his teeth, the boy glared at the Victoria kid who'd punched him. To his satisfaction, his new-found sibling seemed to have taken care of one of the assholes. "Vulcan's ass on fire, you're family! No wonder you talk like you've got one foot in Hades and the other up Uranus' ass. Let's see if we can send these shoe licking bastards on their way!" 

He flashed a quick grin Jen's way. "Damn straight!" He called back turning his attention back to the asshole frat kid. The guy had that sort of punchable, shit-eating grin that just made you want to rip each and every tooth out one by one. The hulking brute ran towards John, barreling towards him like a bull. John swiftly dodged at the last moment wheeling around, gripping onto the boy's shirt and slamming his head into a table. A satisfying crack rang through the air, the counter had been textbook perfection.

"You shit" The boy stumbled to his feet, spraying out a nauseating mixture of blood and spit mixed in with the words he hissed out. The child of Victoria sprung forward surprising quick for such a large and muscled individual.  A pair of meaty hands clasped around John's throat, the full weight of both of the boys crashing to the floor. Their bloody faces were once more inches from each other, each child spitting, hissing, and cussing. John went into auto-pilot. A punch to the jaw, ripping out a chunk of hair. With a grunt, John rolled the boy onto his back, switching spots to the top. John clashed his into the boy's face. Once, twice, again, and again, and again...

It was rare indeed to find time to waste in the legion. It seemed every moment of every day included training, chores, more training, and a few more chores for good measure. The few times John could spend a day doing whatever his heart desired was, well, let's just say it didn't happen very often. Today, by Jupiter's grace, was one of those days. Free from rules and order barking officers, John spent the day in a small bar, shooting the shit with a couple of friends. One beer turned to two, the second beer morphed into mountains of empty Pepsi bottles. Hours whizzed by, eaten away by the same stories that had been shared a million times and a few crappy jokes.

"I think I'll be heading out now." One of the boys announced, his voice accompanied by the scrapping of a bar stool against the ground. His statement echoed among the others as each one slowly pushed themselves away from the booth. "You coming John?" 

The son of Fortuna, mid swig, shook his head. "Nah, I'm gonna finish this first." In his hand a glass bottle about a third full of Pepsi dismissively swirled in small circles. "Drinks are on me , I'll see you back at camp." In all reality, John was in know hurry to return to chores and training, he was going to milk every drop of this day off. 

As his friends exited, He twisted himself to face the bar, silently staring into the old counter top. His few seconds of peaceful thoughts were interrupted by rumblings coming from a different section of the building. Well if that’s how you feel about it we’ll just have to find a way to improve our mood. Maybe taking our loses out on one of Fortuna’s little sluts that thinks she’s better than us.

Seemed interesting enough. Hell, anything would have piqued the now unaccompanied teen. Without a sound, John pushed himself away from the bar like his friends had before him, but instead of out the door he headed further into the building. Drink in hand he examined the commotion. Four older boys seemingly intimidating a younger girl. Confidence oozing from every step, he walked directly over to the group. "What seems to be going on here?" He demanded, eyes flicking between each of the Victoria boys.