[center][img=http://fontmeme.com/newcreate.php?text=Saul%20Hannibal%20Kirschenzweig&name=Feathergraphy2.ttf&size=30&style_color=660525][/center] --- "Oi! Fill that with beer and I'll give it a go," Saul shouted, pointing at the newly revealed dunk tank, though he put his hand down and smacked Hayden on the back just as Brenden approached, "Actually, I think I'll go grab the good ol' doctor and throw him in there—" "What about me?" Flynn scratched his head, Oedipus in his arms as he blinked in mild confusion. "What the fuck? How long have you been standing there?" "Just a few minutes." "Don't do that shit; you're gonna give me a heart attack." "I simply forgot you had a heart condition Mr. Kirschenzweig, I apologize. But, I don't think alcohol is permissible on school grounds." "Don't change the subject, you bastard. If you do that again, I'm gonna knock your fucking teeth out." "Is that your fifth beer already?" "Why does it matter? This isn't an interrogation, is it? I don't need to fucking tell you shit," "I was simply asking. Your aggression seems to elevate when you continue to consume—" "I'm not fucking angry. I can show you fucking angry, you dickhead." "I didn't say you were angry." "Well it sure sounded like it. Stop muddling your words, for fuck's sake; I can't understand a damn thing you're saying." "I'm being as direct as I possibly can. You're drinking seems to be hazing over your cognitive processes if you can't deduce what I'm trying to tell you." "Cognitive—what the fuck? Just—I don't need your shit, Flynn. I was going to ask you a simple question, but you fucking over-complicate this shit like it was a damn mathematical problem." "I apologize, Mr. Kirschenzweig." "I'm going to drown you," Saul mumbled, placing a hand behind the small of Flynn's back and ushering him forward. "What?" Flynn arched a brow, looking down at Saul's hardening grip on his bottle and then at the scowl on his face. "Nothing..." The two immediately left after that, following Hayden's gaze toward the dunk tank, Oedipus having found his way up another tree, hissing at the occupant beneath it before disappearing up its multitude of branches. "Drink the damn beer," "But, it's yours. Your germs are all—" "Goddammit, Flynn. I swear, if you don't drink this fucking beer, I'm going to bash it over your damn skull you bloody fuck of a damn teacher." --- [center][img=http://fontmeme.com/newcreate.php?text=Hayden%20Hanse%20Hawthorne&name=Don_Quixote.ttf&size=40&style_color=48C0C4][/center] --- That's what he was forgetting: a towel. Then again, Hayden hadn't quite expected Acacia to do something like this, but he should have at least suspected it. It was a hot day and what better way to cool off than to let students fling a ball at a small target in hopes of getting all their pre-school year frustration out on their teachers? Principal Aldrin, however, was one of the few among the new batch of employees and he had definitely made a great impression on most of the students. Why anyone would want to dunk him was beyond Hayden's comprehension. But, it did give him an excuse to ogle and gawk and stare and whatever could define what he was doing at that very moment. Before Flynn had arrived and left, Saul had patted him on the back sympathetically just as Brenden began his approach and just as he was beginning to look like a deer in headlights, of which the Australian giant of a man noticed. Acacia, the great little sister she was, came to his rescue, though, setting up the perfect detour to help him avoid an extremely awkward situation. What the hell were they going to talk about? Cornbread and how he knew absolutely nothing about him, but would still gladly let that man do some very inappropriate things to him. Oh, those thoughts didn't help his situation out any. Hayden shook his head with a light blush, taking everything off the grill and setting them up perfectly on the table for anyone to grab. He didn't reset the grill, instead turning it off for the duration of this whole dunk tank fiasco in hopes of... well, he shouldn't really be thinking of that at the moment. There had to be a batch of towels somewhere, though. Did Acacia really go to all that trouble bringing a damn dunk tank onto campus grounds, secretively he might add, to have totally forgotten about giving out towels to the people she put in the dunk tank? Smart girl, super smart girl, too smart for her own good. Forgetting something as menial as that shouldn't have surprised him much, but he couldn't help but smile to himself as he quickly ran into the school's pool showers where he knew the janitors had stocked fresh towels for the week. They ran those things through the cleaning regimen like nobody's business; he'd have to commend them on how extremely good at their job they were. His mother probably forced a few of the superintendents to hire a bunch of neat freaks and raise their pay for incentive. Yeah, that was the most likely the case, knowing her. Arriving back in just a few minutes, he positioned himself behind the dunk tank to help the people out, whether or not Acacia gathered willing or forced participants. Well, there was a table set up behind it, but it was devoid of the amenities to help out those unfortunate souls who found themselves soaked. Taking up post beside the tank, he let himself stare a little too long into the crowd, spotting Saul with a very sinister smile and a death grip fiercely digging into a very uncomfortable looking Flynn's shoulder and side. Poor guy had unmistakably fallen into Saul's trap; no amount of backpedaling, pleading, or confusing would get him out of that situation. In his roaming, he caught sight of Acacia and that Cole boy, who he no doubt glared at for too long before catching Brenden and, again, stared at him for a little too long before he coughed, looked away, and waited for Acacia to escort her victim.