Not My Fault! [Sean]

Vincent was known for a few things around Hammel. One was being a manwhore, two was being stupid, and three was his willingness to harm himself for money. The reason he was now walking alongside Sammy towards Dr. Sean Neville's office was because of the second thing he was known for. Poor Morgan was probably going to need to see Sean too after that horrible excuse for a class, but for now it was Sam and Vin's turn and it was very obvious that neither of them was happy about it.

"Fuck you." Vin spat back, his arms crossed grumpily over his chest. "It was so y'fuckin' fault!" And in Vincent's mind, that was the gospel truth. Sammy had been the one to call him that... that name after he'd made it clear about three hundred times that he hated it. Oh how he hated being called that, more than he hated getting detention and more than he hated the fact that he was about to get punished by Sean and Sammy knew that. So Vincent had been perfectly justified in hitting his best friend in the face and Sammy had absolutely no reason to punch him in his crotch of all places. "Yeah fuckin' righ', y'll get us int'more trouble, y'dumbass."

He froze too upon reaching Sean's door and glared at it as if doing so would make it go away. He snorted and fixed the glare over on Sammy when he said it was his fault and then shoved him roughly into Sean's door. "Y'takin' th'blame or I'ma shove m'fist down y'throat, twatface." Vinnie was grumpy, this much he was going to make sure everyone knew, but he certainly wasn't thinking that Sean could more than likely hear them arguing outside his office door. "All y'had t'fuckin' do is keep y'damn mouth shut, but nooooo!" Ah, friendship, such a wonderful thing.

He couldn't count the number of times he'd been in Sean's office for punishment purposes, nor the number of times he'd been caught in the middle (or the aftermath, when wounded) of his stupid stunts. What he did know from all of those incidents was that there was no sense in trying to hide anything from Sean. He always knew who bet him to do what, how much the bet was, and where Vincent had stuffed the cash. So, with that train of thought (and couple sentences of filler) it led Vincent to uncaringly spout out something that was supposedly a secret.

Too lazy to think up another insult, Vincent just stuck his tongue out at Sammy. Unfortunately, when the two of them are in the same room together, there is no way silence is going to linger for long. The pyro's outburst made Vinnie scowl again and he pointed accusingly at his friend enemy, "An' h'called me... that... that fuckin' awful name!" It was funny how he could take any sort of insult with relative ease, but the minute that someone dropped the "Vince" bomb, he was trying to break their face. And it's probably safer for neither of them to mention to Sean how Vincent had threatened a student he didn't know, because that might make the punishment even worse.

Vincent's eyebrows raised the minute he heard the word "spanking" and he stopped glaring at Sammy long enough to look at Sean. "Whoa whoa whoa, waidafuckinminute... Dr. N, I didn' know y'was into spankin'. S'kinda kinky." Smirking when Sammy mentioned child abuse, he cheerfully added on, "or pedophilia?" then laughed to himself. Only Vincent could make a joke in the face of impending punishment, or at least one of that nature. But now Sean is going to have to win back his attention, because all Vin is doing is picturing Sean spanking Sammy. "Can I watch?"

Vincent, a hopeless cause? That sounds about right. He's been the same ever since he was old enough to walk and talk. Before then, he was an entirely obnoxious infant, what with his constant screaming and hair pulling and excessive drooling. He's an attention whore at heart and he learned from a very young age how to get all sorts of attention, good or bad. We can only cross our fingers and hope that little Misato can get through to him, because there's no way in hell any authority figure is going to be able to.

But as it stands now, he's still the same obnoxious idiot that he's always been. Sorry, Sean.

The stapler lay on the floor by the couch, having already done it's job of bruising Vincent's forehead, and now it was Sammy's turn to acquire a bruise. In particular, a fist-sized one near his jaw. Luckily for the pyro, Sean prevented Vin from giving Sammy another to match it. Not that he didn't try, mind you, but his second swing was a complete miss and then Sean was between them and Vincent was scowling and fuming and clenching his fists. Upon hearing his full name, he froze and finally seemed to realize what had just happened.

Vinnie had never been the master at brilliant ideas, but this was definitely among his worst. Fighting in front of the person who was about to punish you could never, ever be considered a good idea. Vincent saw one good thing out of this squabble, though, and he wasted very little time in blurting it out (in an extremely childish manner, I might add.) "He started it!" Yes, Vincent, and now Sean is going to finish it.

Dragging his feet, Vincent did as he was told for one of very few times in his life and moved to the corner opposite Sammy. It was times like this that he questioned why Sammy was his best friend. Although these moments never lasted long (they sucked at staying mad at each other just as much as they sucked at being friendly with each other for too long), they were generally quite violent. Thankfully, Sean realized that keeping them apart was the best plan. This way they couldn't hit each other.