xp_logs | Log: Some Place Very Uncomfortable

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Backdated to Sept.9th

Kyle gets up in Garrison's face at exactly the wrong time.

As Kane pulled into the garage, Kyle was pushing 'his' car, what there was of it, out. The structure for the convertible top, the doors and the entire engine cover were still in a stack next to where he'd been working on the VW Bug. Both sets of seats were already outside on the ground next to the driveway, and there was a pile of assorted "parts" in a milk crate next to them, alongside Kyle's toolbox.

Kyle pushed the car until it's rear tires touched up against a set of concrete blocks so it wouldn't drift off and then headed back into the garage, stopping just inside as Kane got out of his car. "Yo, gotta question."

"Not the best time." Kane growled, collecting his bag. Apparently this was what it was to be Logan all the time, he considered as he threw his jacket over his arm.

"Well when the hell is it gonna be the best time, because I've got a busted piece of stonework and I know it was you, it smells like cop." Kyle went from slightly annoyed to full on glaring in the time it took Garrison to say four words and now he was pissed.

"It smells like cop?" Kane said, softly - almost quizzically in response to Kyle. He took a long look into the eyes of the younger man. "So bill me." He said finally, pushing past him.

"What, do you have PMS this week?" Kyle said, reaching out to grab at Garrison's shoulder. "I am not fucking billing you, you can just help me move the goddamn replacement in once it arrives because it's fucking heavy."

The second Kyle's hand landed on Kane's shoulder, it was caught and immobilized in a vise-like grip. Kane looked at him levelly, the cauldron of anger roiling behind his eyes.

"Don't put your hands on me unless you're ready to have them snapped off, Gibney. Ever." He released his grip, having made his point.

"Jesus!" Kyle backed off a few steps, because he really did not want to be punched into next Tuesday, or Canada or the Great Barrier Reef. "What the hell is wrong with you? Are you fucking insane?"

"You just got your wrist squeezed. Don't act like such a baby."

Kyle rolled his eyes. "I'm not talking about my wrist. What crawled up your ass and died there because you are seriously acting like a bitch here."

"You know what, Kyle? It's none of your damn business. So take the hint and go rake something!"

"Dude, it's my business when I have to order fucking stonework because you punched things. Sack up, get over yourself and stop going all destructo on shit that doesn't belong to you or shit that other people have to fix." Kyle snapped.

"Tell you what, princess? I'll hire a contractor while you go get your nails done or whatever the hell you do with your time." Kane said, walking past him and heading for the door. The last thing he cared about was Kyle having an excuse to hump the shit out of his anti-cop attitude.

Flipping Garrison a double set of middle fingers and saying "Yeah, go fuck yourself." didn't really make Kyle feel better, but what else could he do?

Kane reached out, faster than the younger feral could track, trapping both of his fingers in one fist. As the pain pulled Kyle's hands together and up on his toes, the Canadian snapped a pair of handcuffs on his wrist.

"I am not having a good day, Gibney." With a twist, Kyle found himself on the ground, his legs kicked out from under him sidewise. Kane grabbed his legs, looping a plastic line around them and pulling it closed. With his wrists and ankles locked together, there wasn't he could do as Kane pulled out another plastic zipline cuff, and yanking his legs up, attached the cuffs to the ankle line, effectively hogtying him.

"I tried to make nice, but exactly the last fucking thing I'm in the mood for is taking shit from a jumped up young offender who is barely legal to do anything. You want the stone replaced? You want me to pay for it? Fine. But use it as an excuse to get in my face again, and next time, I'll put you on a fucking leash and run you through Central Park in return."

He didn't wait for a response, picking him up easily and tosing him into the backseat of his car, landing awkwardly. "I'll leave you somewhere uncomfortable to think about it."