What did he say?

The remaining members of the Revenger's Club chilled out in the main living room of Serpine's castle. Dusk was reading the thoroughly disappointing ''Dracula the Undead and Spring-Heeled Jack was sticking some human finger nails artfully to his hat. They were plastic, but the others didn't have to know that.

Suddenly Sanguine staggered in, falling against the doorway. The others looked up at the sound. Sanguine's lip was bleeding and there was blood on his shirt collar, presumably from the scrape mark on his neck. He was keeping his weight off his right leg slightly. He groaned.

"What the fuck happened to ye, Sanguine?" Jack asked with a sigh, putting is hat on his potato shaped head.

"Bumped into Pleasant, Cain an' the whole gang," Sanguine groaned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I wasn't causin' trouble or nothin'. They just assumed...anyway, got into a fight with Tanith Low an'...well, this here is the result."

"Ah, bin there bruv," Jack said with a sympathetic nod. Dusk laid down his book and was silent for a moment, then smirked, before remarking coldly,

"Wow Sanguine. I know that you've been beaten up by all sorts in your time, but I never thought you'd get beaten up by a bike."

Sanguine, who had been looking at the floor while Dusk was speaking, grew alert at this. He was as still as a mannequin for a moment, before lifting his head dangerously slow and cocking it at Dusk.

"What you say?"

Two minutes later

Dusk gurgled helplessly from inside the toilet bowl Sanguine was holding him down. Jack was munching on some Chinese, perched on the edge of a bath. Sanguine pulled Dusk out of the bowl by the hair at the scruff of his neck. Dusk gasped.

"You know this won't kill me, right?" he hissed viciously at Sanguine, who laughed.

"Oh, I'm countin' on it, buddy, 'cause I could do this all night!" he replied, then dunked Dusk again and pulled the toilet chain, causing Dusk to flail franctically. Jack giggled.

"This is the best, Saturday night,EVER!" he cried delightedly.