Bright Idea Einstein

[Chris Grayson]

"Now this is why you don't pick a fight with someone who's got super strength. Not that you're really listening. Or really have a choice you shit head."

Chris glared at the now limp form lying before him on the pavement. He'd been minding his own business in the bar when one of the more intoxicated customers had bumped into Chris. In typical Chris fashion, he'd been astoundingly polite but still managed to get in trouble. They'd headed outside, where Chris managed to drop the other man in one swing. Which now left Chris crouching before him to check his pulse.

"He's not fucking dead is he? I barely gave the bastard a hit." Chris grumbled, pressing fingers to the unconscious figure's neck. "I didn't even shatter his jaw this time. That's a fuck of a lot more than I can saw for the last guy."

Chris could feel a pulse against his fingertips, and let out a relieved sign. Despite the numerous fights Chris got into, he was in no mood to go to jail any time soon. After setting the man against a wall, Chris glared at him.

"Hope you've learned your damn manners you little shit." He stated before walking off. "Maybe I've knocked some common sense into your fucking skull too. Be grateful."

Despite his easy win, Chris had no desire to return back to the bar. There'd be too many questions and Chris was in no mood for talking. Instead he headed towards where the dance clubs were, intent to make the most of the rest of his night.

"Yeah hopefully there's no one there quite as stupid as that guy."

Chris rubbed his face, his mild irritation since he couldn't return to Matt's fading away. Unfortunately he hadn't been looking where he was going so he bumped into someone. He looked up with a raised eyebrow at the fact someone else had been in the street.

"Well fucking pardon me, miss. Wasn't expecting anyone else to be out here."

[Elizabeth Edison]

Matt's was home for Elizabeth Edison. It was where her music career had started. It was where her father figure had been at his best. It was where her ex made her fall in love with him more and home. She saw the sweet memories the bar held. She refused to see the bitter ending it was associated to. Going to Matt's was like going home and she wanted to go home.

What she didn't expect from it was to get hassled for walking. By someone who looked like he should be on a magazine cover. With a mouth that needed to be stuffed with one too, it seemed.

Raising an eyebrow, Elizabeth's hand twitched and heated up before she plastered a wide smile on her face. "Didn't expect you'd need manners out here either, did you?" She asked sweetly before rolling her eyes and continuing to walk over to Matt's. She hadn't seen the display of violence from before but putting two and two together, with an angry sounding guy and a passed out, bloody drunk, was easy.

"The fuck did you do to that guy?" The blonde asked, turning to face the other guy once more.

[Chris Grayson]

"Didn't expect you'd need manners out here either, did you?”

Chris didn’t know what he’d been expecting from the girl, but this was definitely not it. A small amused smirk grew on his face subconsciously.

”Sorry must not’ve got the memo for it. That or I threw it in the trash with the rest of the things I couldn’t give a fuck about. I’m surprised you’re not there right now to find it.”

Given he was already still in a fighting mood after the unintelligent drunk encounter, Chris was more than willing to spit out a comeback to this girl. However even with the prospect of witty banter, Chris moved on and would’ve completely disappeared had the girl not spoken up again.

”The fuck did you do to that guy?”

Chris stopped and turned his head back with a bored expression. His eyes fell to the drunk and then back up to Elizabeth, a cheeky smile growing on his face.

”We had a polite disagreement and I kindly showed him how good my manners were. I guess that’s why they were all spent up for you. So sorry.”

That being said Chris looked back down at the drunk and rolled his eyes. The man was unlikely to be getting up anytime soon, but that was his fault in Chris’s eyes.

”Hey he’s not dead or anything. Besides he was the one to start it all, so don’t give me a fucking lecture. He started it, I finished it, he gets the consequences. Such is life. Really I was only teaching him a lesson he was obviously overdue on. Maybe he’ll wake up a newer, better man or however that shit goes.”

[Elizabeth Edison]

Did he just call Elizabeth trash?

She was glad she had walked away, but of course seeing the guy on the ground brought up some very serious questions. The answer she got from him had her snorting and rolling her eyes. "Are you trying to be charming?" She asked with a raise of an eyebrow.

"That you even needed to convince me that he's still alive is bad enough." She looked over the one who was passed out before turning her attention back on the one who 'taught him a lesson'. "You're not seriously just gonna leave him here, are you?"

[Chris Grayson]

”Trust me you’d know if I was actually trying to be charming. The fucking world would end."

Chris was certainly enjoying himself by bantering with the girl, but he really wanted to move on to a setting he’d enjoy equally as much. However the girl wasn’t seeming to let him off from where they stood.

"That you even needed to convince me that he's still alive is bad enough.”

Chris snorted and rolled his eyes, although his gaze did lower to the unconscious man. A slight frown formed on his face, and mild irritation grew in him. He still thought it was the other man’s fault for his current state. He'd been minding his own business and this idiot had found it funny to disturb him.

"You're not seriously just gonna leave him here, are you?”

Chris raised an eyebrow, intent on doing just that. In his own mind, he wasn’t some babysitter for drunks stupid enough to pick fights with him. His gaze went between the man and the woman, and eventually he headed back over with a roll of his eyes. Deep down perhaps there was a spark of concern for the unconscious fool’s health, but right now Chris was mainly concerned with shutting the girl up.

”Alright alright! Fine. I’ll help the poor bastard just stop giving me the ‘guilty eye’ stare.”He growled while stooping down to sling the man over his shoulder with ease. ”But since you’re the one forcing me to play babysitter, then you’re helping me get him somewhere." He said, staring at the girl intently. "Otherwise I’ll just drop his ass off somewhere else. Wouldn’t want that burdening your holy conscious now would you cupcake?"

[Elizabeth Edison]

"Good, then I'll die knowing I don't have to be subjected to that awfulness again." She gave him a wide seemingly innocent smile before turning away from him to assess the unconscious man.

The other guy's reactions to her words made her huff a little, wondering why she was even bothering trying to make him do anything remotely helpful but as capable as she was doing strenuous physical activities, lugging a dead weight was not something she wanted to do, least of all in a really pretty dress ensemble.

However begrudging, he finally relented and swooped to pick the guy up effortlessly over his shoulder.

"There's a twenty-four hour clinic just around the corner. We can drop him off there and get the nurses to take care of him." She said before rolling her eyes when she was called cupcake.

"I prefer pie." She retorted before stepping in front of the guy and guiding them to the clinic. "And I do not have a holy conscience. I'm just not the type to leave a bloodied and unconscious drunk on the streets. Whom you beat up. What'd he do, steal your beer?"

[Chris Grayson]

”You never were in the first place, so don’t flatter yourself.”

Chris smirked at the little huff of annoyance that managed to leave the random girl. Even if he was stuck carrying the unconscious nimrod to some clinic instead of hitting up the clubs, he could squeeze some enjoyment out of their conversation.

"There's a twenty-four hour clinic just around the corner. We can drop him off there and get the nurses to take care of him.”

Chris nodded, not really caring but at least glad it wasn’t too far away. Already he was considering the time it would take for him to get from the clinic to the nearest club, and of course which club that was.

"I prefer pie.”

A bemused expression crossed Chris’s face as he eyed her back and fell into step behind her.

”Pie. Really. Well alright then Pie, could we speed the fuck up then?”

If he hadn’t been grinning before, he was certainly grinning wickedly now. She’d walked right into that one and his eyes had lit up with mischief at the golden opportunity served to him.

"And I do not have a holy conscience. I'm just not the type to leave a bloodied and unconscious drunk on the streets.”

Chris only rolled his eyes at her comment, but a smirk was ever present on his lips as he walked behind her.

"Whom you beat up. What'd he do, steal your beer?”

Chris snorted and shook his head. He had to shift the man in question on his shoulder to a bit more comfortable position.

”Trust me Pie, if he’d done that it’d be much worse.” Chris stated drily. ”He’d been the one to run into me when I was already seated. Then of course after that he’d lost his shit and started screaming. I wasn’t about to get kicked out of the bar because he was being a drunk shit, so I took it outside. What,” He asked, eying her with a questioning gaze, ”Would you want me to stay inside the bar and fight him? Here I thought your holy conscience would be better, Pie.”

[Elizabeth Edison]

Snorting in amusement at the guy's response to her insult, she noted that he didn't seem to be the brightest bulb in the shed. Then again, it could have just been a miscommunication. Either way, she was starting to wonder why she was still there.

That he picked another name, which still wasn't hers, made Elizabeth roll her eyes. The stresses he put in it actually grated on her but she knew enough not to let it get under her skin. He was clearly already in a bad mood, as evidence in the passed out drunk.

"Wow, if you really think a holy conscience means not even involving yourself in bar fights, I pity your soul as a whole." She gestured to him and shook her head. They were nearing the clinic and Elizabeth blew out a sigh of relief. She was going to need a huge pint later to forget this exchange ever happened.

"There. That's the clinic." She pointed to it and hurried her footsteps. She made a beeline to the receptionist and checked the guy in. "We found him passed out outside a bar. Can we just leave him here?"

The receptionist, probably having seen too much of this happening, waved them to the waiting room and popped her gum. "Just leave this form by his person." She said in a really bored tone.

After thanking her, Elizabeth took the form and folded it before slipping it into the guy's jeans pocket. "I really hope I don't see you again." She sighed, patting the drunk guy's shoulder before making her way out of the clinic, not even acknowledging the unfortunately good looking man.

[Chris Grayson]

”Oh please. I have no soul.”

Chris didn’t care much for her pity or anyone’s really. He got in trouble; it was in his nature and he acknowledged that. He also knew that he was more than just a bit of an asshole, but frankly didn’t care. He shared the sigh of relief with Elizabeth once the clinic came into view.

"There. That's the clinic.”

Chris looked over at her and raised an eyebrow.

”No, really? Here I thought it was the fucking donut shop.”

It didn’t take long to get into the clinic with how eagerly Chris wanted to be down with the unconscious form over his shoulder and the girl walking by his side. He wasn’t even really paying attention, letting the words flow around him as his impatience skyrocketed. He was looking around, itching to get out of the place and the damn guy off his shoulder. He snapped back to attention when the girl slipped some form into the unconscious guy’s pocket. He took it as a sigh he could dump the guy and did exactly that into the nearest chair. He didn’t hear the girl address him, which was just fine by Chris’s opinion. When he exited the clinic, he made sure to go the other way and head somewhere he could actually have fun for the rest of the night. He hoped he'd never run into the girl again. He scoffed and shook his head.

”It'll be just my goddamn luck that I probably will, won't it?”