"I'd have been fine." Kurt assured with a mischievous grin, though the smile quickly dissolved, replaced by something a little graver. His head tilted and he seemed very focus for the most fleeting of seconds, before turning back to stare lightly at Blaze.<br/><br/>Strangely, Kurt noted, the other guy was still interested. Kurt was so used to having argued consistently with a new face by this point that Blaze's pleasantness was mildly discomforting. Kurt wasn't deliberately sharp with people; people just tended to annoy him, and as a result, he had a relatively small group of friends. In fact, he had one friend. And his brother. And he liked that.<br/><br/>"Kurt." he admitted, nonetheless, chewing softly on the side of his hand as his eyes averted to the wall again, analysing intently the texture and colour of each stained brick. For a short while, he sat as such, a little zoned out and, to be honest, a little tired. Then, he dropped his hand, frowned slightly, and glanced back to his company. "Nowhere. Wasn't going anywhere. The party was just boring the tits off me, so I fancied fucking off back home."<br/><br/>Shrugging, Kurt dug his hands deep into his pockets and turned more fully to face Blaze. He wasn't boring, Kurt had to say. There was some peculiarity to this Blaze fellow that Kurt found slightly interesting. "And you? Sitting out there, you didn't look very interested, either."<br/><br/><br/>----<br/><br/><br/>Tiredly, Luther let out a sigh; he'd really hoped his company wouldn't do anything foolish, but that was a little too late now. Noting the gun that had slide past him, Luther suddenly shot to the side and grabbed it, turning in one fluid motion to shoot the man who had previously been behind him in the kneecap. He flinched at the sight somewhat, still rather displeased that he'd had to use one, but continued nonetheless.<br/><br/>"Get down, you idiot." Luther commanded calmly, pushing Quinn very firmly out of the way as he raised his gun towards the leader. Everyone else in the store had stopped to stare, the moment Quinn had exploded. However, as Luther raised his gun to the green-eyed leader, he noted, without surprise, that the leader's gun was already pointed at him, too.<br/><br/>With a short, dry laugh, the leader tilted his head. "Try it. You'll get one shot and then my men will kill you." he challenged, angrily, mockingly. Luther hesitated, unsure what to do; risk his own life for the sake of one man's arrest? Luther was no hero. He was a practical, pragmatic man. But the odds seemed hard to judge.<br/><br/>However, he did not have to stand long; suddenly audible as tires screeched around a corner, was a sound Luther thought he might kiss -<span style="font-style: italic">sirens</span>. Green-eyes looked terrified at the sound, growling angrily. "This won't be the last time you see us. Either of you." he spat, staring equally at Luther, then Quinn, before following the rest of his entourage in a crazied run out of the store. Luther hesitated, throwing a serious, weighted glare down to Quinn, before turning on his heel and chasing the crooks out of the store, shooting at their tyres. Their van seemed to get away before he could so much as aim, but the police car was quickly in pursuit. Angrily, he holstered his gun and marched straight up to Quinn.<br/><br/>"Do you<span style="font-style: italic">want</span>to die, you fool?" he demanded, grabbing the younger man's arm, "Your hotheadedness could have cost you your life - and maybe others', too!"