"Wow. I'm fine by the way. Thanks." Peter shoots back sarcastically at the guy he'd been knocked into. His voice a bit muffled as he's holding his nose, hurts like a son of a bitch, bleeding too. Just great.
Back up on his feet, he's barely getting a glance back at the guy behind him when another punch is thrown and he dodges it, then shoving his landing cushion out of the way. That would be you Kirk. He's backed up against the booth when suddenly he'll rocket up out of the way, the guy trying to hit him slamming face first into it and knocking himself out. Peter will land on the table top, striking a pose and looking down at the guy.
"Anyone else?" He'll call out, before a bottle of something alcoholic comes sailing towards his head, which he manages to duck right before it slams into the side of his face. He'd rather not have glass embedded into his head thanks.
"You know I wasn't being serious when I asked that right?" A little laugh leaves him and he'll hold his hands up a bit. A couple guys that were friends of the one who was now knocked out make a grab for Peter, shoving Kirk out of the way roughly. Seeing that he's attracted more trouble, Peter goes to jump off the table to make a run for it, but one of the dudes manages to grab his ankle, which has him landing stomach first on the table. Knocking the breath out of him a bit, he doesn't struggle as much, but when he can't get free, he'll let the rockets go again, which burn the one holding onto him a bit.
Yelping, the guy rears back, letting Peter go, but curses and tells the other dude with him to grab the 'stupid terran'. Said stupid terran is scrabbling up off the table and making a go for the exit now.
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Back up on his feet, he's barely getting a glance back at the guy behind him when another punch is thrown and he dodges it, then shoving his landing cushion out of the way. That would be you Kirk. He's backed up against the booth when suddenly he'll rocket up out of the way, the guy trying to hit him slamming face first into it and knocking himself out. Peter will land on the table top, striking a pose and looking down at the guy.
"Anyone else?" He'll call out, before a bottle of something alcoholic comes sailing towards his head, which he manages to duck right before it slams into the side of his face. He'd rather not have glass embedded into his head thanks.
"You know I wasn't being serious when I asked that right?" A little laugh leaves him and he'll hold his hands up a bit. A couple guys that were friends of the one who was now knocked out make a grab for Peter, shoving Kirk out of the way roughly. Seeing that he's attracted more trouble, Peter goes to jump off the table to make a run for it, but one of the dudes manages to grab his ankle, which has him landing stomach first on the table. Knocking the breath out of him a bit, he doesn't struggle as much, but when he can't get free, he'll let the rockets go again, which burn the one holding onto him a bit.
Yelping, the guy rears back, letting Peter go, but curses and tells the other dude with him to grab the 'stupid terran'. Said stupid terran is scrabbling up off the table and making a go for the exit now.