Superbeast, Leveaux & Hawke

[Daniel Jankovich]

"JARO!" Janks shouted, clumsily tossing the bottle at his still undressing friend as he moved back to trying to forcibly undress Mack.

This looked pretty bad for anybody observing. Or really hot. Either way.

[Jaro Hawke]

"Jaro!" he shouted as well. "What--oh! The bottle."

Jaro sort of caught it.

It rolled into his open arms and jostled around, his clumsy fingers working extra hard to keep it somehow contained within his space. He managed—but only barely. Triumphant, he took a hard shot of the stuff and peered down at the two.

Great. He was going to be an accessory to rape. That was nice.

“Look, if she doesn't want to...”

[Mackenzie Leveaux]

"God damn it, Janks! I'll do it, just get the fuck offa me before I punch your face through to the other side," she snarled, kicking at him.

[Daniel Jankovich]

Janks rolled of, things flapping in odd directions, and he stood up laughing.

"Then do it! Or I'll teabag you in your sleep again!" Janks stole the bottle from Jaro, taking a drink himself in all his naked glory.

[Mackenzie Leveaux]

"The fuck you did," she snapped, pushing to her feet. "If that lake is cold I'm going to snap your shinbones in half." She pulled her shirt and pants off, and marched towards the reserve.

Then she marched back, snatched the liquor out of Janks' hand, and said, "You're cut off, too! You're all cut off!"

Shirt and pants fisted against her hip, she started for the lake again, in her underwear alone.

Chickenshit nothing.

[Jaro Hawke]

Jaro nudged Janks as she marched off.

“I kind of want to throw rocks at her. Is that wrong? Do you think she'll love me if I throw enough shit at her head?”

[Daniel Jankovich]

Janks chuckled a little. "Not unless those rocks have solid gold in them, I imagine...."

"Where you going with all that clothing!?!" Janks said, rushing after Mack and tackling her into the lake.

[Mackenzie Leveaux]

She'd just dropped her clothes on a rock and took two steps into the water -- fucking freezing. Then she put the liquor bottle down, nestled lovingly between two rocks so it would get cold.

Standing, she tried to steady herself mentally for the oncoming--

With a shriek, she was shoved forward into the water, her yelp immediately muffled by the lake.

Coming up with a gasp, she realized that the cold was so fucking cold that it had completely numbed her all the way from her head to her toes. "Fucking fuck!" she screamed, at nothing.

[Jaro Hawke]

Well, those two were officially in the water.

Striding up to where she'd dropped the bottle, Jaro plucked it, both their clothes, and a small rock. Then, giving them a nice little wave, he turned and walked right back to the ship.

[Daniel Jankovich]

Amidst the writhing and splashing, Janks didn't notice Jaro leave with all of their clothing and the booze. He was too busy fighting with Mack, trying to get her to his level of clothing.

The cold hit him, but he'd had plenty to shrug off the majority of it, though other regions were suffering more than just his body.

[Mackenzie Leveaux]

She was struggling against him when she froze.

"Shit." She was looking at the shore. "Jaro!" He was already at least forty yards away. "Jaro Hawke, I will kill you!" He'd better turn his ass around.

[Daniel Jankovich]

"Ohh fuck..." Janks said, finally catching what was going on. He put his hands on his head, sighing heavily. Well, that sucked. There was no way he could hear them now.

So while she was distracted...

Janks grabbed a firm hold of Mack's bottoms, and yanked down as far as he could. If he had to walk back naked, so did she.

[Mackenzie Leveaux]

She shrieked, and then turned and punched him in the nose. "Oh, fuck no, I'm not!" she snapped, having correctly guessed his thoughts. She yanked her underwear back up and slogged towards the shore.

[Daniel Jankovich]

Yeah, thaaaat hurt. Janks reeled backwards, blood flowing freely from his most definitely broken nose. Rising, he glared at the back of Mack.

"Oh, fuck you!" Janks said, following and shoving her forward.

[Mackenzie Leveaux]

She stumbled forward, and then pushed herself back up, furious and drunk and furious. "No, fuck you. Want me to do it again?"