Blaze followed Kurt's lead, lighting up another cigarette and taking a long, slow drag. He could only listen quietly, brows cocked in amusement as the male began to snap at him, the male easily deciding to let him finish. He had an accent, which Blaze liked, and a fiery attitude that anyone else would find a little grating for a first impression. There was a warm, blooming curiosity at the back of his mind as he listened to the male, a feeling that Blaze hadn't had in a long time.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">"More like... high school acquaintance, honestly." Blaze spoke up when prompted, instinctively straightening his posture to appear a little less tipsy. [color=red]"I only tried to stop you guys because I'm not a huge fan of yelling, and that "knob", whatever that means, has a history of bringing knives to fist fights."</span>he rolled his shoulders in a relaxed shrug to further his point.<span style="color: red">"But you're welcome to go back there, if you'd like."</span><br/><br/>Blaze took his time with his cigarette, maintaining a casual smile the whole time. His mood had improved from earlier, and he was more than willing to go with the flow of his night than he was before.<span style="color: red">"Well, you know my name now, can I ask for yours? And where you were going in such a hurry that you accidentally picked a fight with the most pathetic guy at the party?"</span><br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Quinn let out a sharp, angry gasp when a fist made contact with the side of his head. He didn't fall, but allowed himself to be force to the ground once more, his hair pulled painfully by the man behind him. He grit his teeth and tried his hardest to bite his tongue as the men exchanged words, but the blonde's anger quickly got the best of him. He thrashed once against his captor, seemingly ignoring the gunpoint.<span style="color: dodgerblue">"I fucking <span style="font-style: italic">dare</span> you, cowards!"</span>he snapped at the men contemplated just offing them.<br/><br/>It wasn't the wisest decision, but the blonde clearly wasn't in his proper senses.<span style="color: dodgerblue">"C'mon! Put this pathetic kid out of his misery!"</span>he started once more, and when neither man offered any auditory reply, his anger seemed to build.<span style="color: dodgerblue">"Yeah, that's what I thought!"</span><br/><br/>Quinn reached blindly for whatever leverage he could find, his fingers clumsily wrapping around a pen on top register closest to him. Without hesitation, he jabbed the pen behind him, embedding it deeply into the arm of his captor, and using the leeway to break free. The injured man staggered back, releasing Quinn, who immediately went after him once more. His fist connected easily with the man's face, knocking him to the ground.<span style="color: dodgerblue">"Fucking coward!"</span>he snapped, punctuating his words with a second well aimed punch to the face that rendered the man unconscious.<br/><br/>In the flurry, the blonde had seemingly disregarded the leader, who shot a glance at his comrade's gun that slid in Luther's direction.