Blaze cocked a brow and took a casual step back when the nameless brunette threw him a venomous look.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: red">Geeze, everyone is miserable tonight...</span></span>he thought to himself, holding his comments until he deemed them safe. The male was honestly surprised when Devin's conversational partner seemingly admitted defeat. Hazel eyes widened in a mix of horror and amusement at the male's next comment however - in part, because the mere audacity it took to drop such a classic burn was almost too overwhelming for Blaze to handle, but also because he knew Devin didn't have a sister.<br/><br/>Devin's eyes glinted with rage, which, of course, Blaze thought was even funnier. "I bet you think you're fucking funny, you piece of shit!" Without another word, the man reared his arm back and threw his entire body into a poorly aimed punch. He stumbled slightly to the side, his fist just barely brushing past Kurt's shoulder, and right into the stomach of the civilian behind him. The faceless guy easily pushed Kurt out of the way and punched Devin square in the face.<br/><br/>Blaze took that as his cue to get out of there. In a wave of impulse, he grabbed Kurt's arm and tugged him off the porch and away from the fray for fear that he might want to get involved further. There was also a vague interest in the male fueled by alcohol and adrenaline. Once they were at a conspiciuos distance, Blaze turned to face the male and cracked a lopsided grin.<span style="color: #FF0000">"You're a bit of a firecracker, huh?"</span><br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Quinn was shaking like a leaf, and didn't quite notice his captor was gone until the another man spoke to him. He just barely comprehended what was being said to him, but didn't really react. THe man's word's were muffled, and blonde's vision shook with his body, as if his brain was trying to escape. His breath was shallow, almost forced as the blonde tried his hardest to regain his composure.<span style="color: dodgerblue"><span style="font-style: italic">No... No...! Not right now, please, not right now...!</span></span><br/><br/>And then he stopped. His shoulders relaxed and his breath evened out eerily quick. He looked as though he felt fine, and the expression he cast in Luther's direction almost looked like it belonged to a different person. Emerald eyes bounced between Luther and the unconscious body beside him, before the male cracked a half smirk.<span style="color: dodgerblue">"Sure thing, captain."</span><br/><br/>Quinn stood rigidly, helping the man shimmy the invader behind one of the registers.<span style="color: dodgerblue">"Ok, what next?"</span>he turned back to Luther, his voice far smoother and confident than before, but still strangely eager.