Seymour vs jay, FIGHT!

Who: Jay, Seymour + Alota
Where: Promenade, Blue Dwarf
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"We can make a new life together and elope to Barbados!"
SMACK!
Seymour was knocked to the ground, he lifted himself from the
ground, looked over his shoulder to see what had hit him. Chrysler
stood. Fist's raised, in a fighting stance, "YOU!"
"I warned you…" he said "You smegging ponce!"
"Ponce?! I'm a gentleman! But I'm willing to forget that of you are
THAT adamant on fisticuffs!" Seymour waved his fists like a lunatic.
"Suits me fine!" Jay replied and he lurched at Seymour..
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Seymour ducked expertly and put his fists up in the classical
fisticuffs stance. "Oh yes? Does one want a piece of me?"
Seymour tried to punch this time, and even though he was an expert
dodger, he wasn't exactly an expert puncher. He tripped on the robe
he was wearing, stumbled towards Jay, who then clouted him around
the side of the head. Seymour fell backwards, and fell over a public
bin which spilled everywhere.
A small crowd had gathered now to watch the punchup. People coming
out of Parrotts seemed to be exchanging money as bets.
Seymour groaned and bounced back up straight away to try and avoid
embarrassment.
"Now you made me look really stupid!" Said the Ambassador.
Jay smirked and Alota looked away. "No Seymour, I think you're doing
a good job of that yourself!"
Seymour looked down at himself and realised the velour robe he was
wearing had come loose at the front, exposing himself.
He quickly thought about covering himself up, but the lingering
effect the love potion was still in his system, although the
majority had been vented by now. He put his hands on his hips
proudly exposing himself to the crowd.
"ladies, you know you want all want a little piece of Royal
Ambassador!"
There was a pause of shock, then everyone ran away quickly.
"haha, `little piece'!" Jay repeated. "You really set yourself up
for that one!"
Seymour thrust his gown together and tied it, his face going red.
In a fit of rage, Seymour charged at Jay. Jay couldn't get out of
the way quick enough and the Ambassador barged into him, both of
them went tumbling backwards straight into and through the front
window of Parrotts bar, shattering glass everywhere.
The two groaned for a few seconds in pain as everyone in the bar
stood around shocked. Then, the usual barflys got bored of watching
and carried about their business.
Seymour got up and tried to limp away. "No…no…. glass in my hair!"
he panted. "need…. Conditioner!"
Jay grabbed him by the ankle as he tried to make his exit. "Your not
running away that easy you big pansy!"
"Aargh!" Seymour yelped and grabbed the charity donations bear off
the bar and started clubbing Jay around the head with it.
Suddenly alarm bells started ringing and people started running
about in panic.
"Whats going on?" Seymour asked, stopping hitting Jay.
"Holly, whats going on?" Jay called out, getting up and snatching
the donation tin off Seymour before he let the Ambassador's measly
punches embarrass him further.
"Theres no Holly screen in here fool!" Seymour said, then cowered
away from Jay slightly after he said it. "Its dangerous putting any
kind of technology around these drunken…" his voice trailed off as
the barfly's glared at him.
"Erm… respectable and productive members of society."
Jay grabbed Efof as he walked past the broken window of
Parrott's. "Efof, whats going on?"
"Erm.. the entire Flight Deck's been sealed off…" Efof said,
worriedly noticing the broken glass around.
"Dammit!" Jay said, letting go of Efof and running off towards the
express-lift.
Efof heard his name being shouted angrily from within
Parrotts. "EFOF!" The bar-owner and Efof's boss came up to
him. "What do you think you were doing last night, letting your
girlfriend punch me and kick me?! Clean up this broken glass now!"