Playing With Fire (R6xOC)

Chapter 6

My eyes cycled between my opponent and my hands. He eyed me down viciously, waiting for my next move. A small grin crept its way onto my face, as I opened my mouth, my tongue coated with venom.

"Go fish."

"Damnit!" Elias shouted, as he slammed his hands down onto the table, displacing the finely stacked deck of cards. I laughed, as it drew the attention of everyone else in the rec room. We continued the game, until Tina eventually sauntered over to us.

"Ah, hallo Tina.(Hello)" I said, as I beckoned her to sit with us. He did, scooting the chair in, before she was closely followed by Craig, who stumbled into the seat across from her.

"Do you mind if we play?" She asked, as I looked to Elias, who gave me a simple shrug in return.

"Sure, why not? I basically beat him anyway."

"Did no-"

"So what do you want to play? Poker, Blackjack, Texas Hold-Them?" I cut my brother off, much to his annoyance. Tina giggled as I looked over at her, her smile making my heart flutter.

"Hey, kraut, let's play!" Craig said, as he demolished a beer.

"How much have you had already? Jesus." Elias mumbled, as he shuffled the deck.

"Barely enough to stomach you, nazi." Craig really was starting to piss Elias and I off, and Tina could tell.

"Craig, calm down man, okay?" She tried to negotiate, but he was already livid. He stood up angrily, as he pushed his chair out and pointed at her.

"Shut it, Canuck. And you.." he switched his attention from Tina onto my brother, who was still shuffling. "You goddamn schnitzel-eating nazi pig."

Elias stood up, fuming. He then took a deep breath and sat back down. Craig didn't seem to like that, so he threw Elias from the chair onto the ground, shattering the wooden seat under him.

"That's it." I said, as I stood up and grabbed Craig. He tried to get my hand off of him, but in his drunken stupor, it was more of an ineffectual flail. I punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground, before Meghan got in between the two of us.

"Don't say stupid shit, you ignorant dummkopf.(Idiot)"

"Sorry about that. Craig is an aggressive drunk." Meghan apologized, as I helped my brother up.

"Just keep him on a leash next time." Meghan led the intoxicated chauvinist out of the room. "You good brother?"

"Yeah, I just wasn't quite expecting that move." He rubbed his back, probably nursing a coming bruise.

"Probably could have solved it in a less violent way." Tina said, as I shrugged, the rage still seething through me. I walked out of the room, my hands still balled up. I went to the training room, which was for the most part empty, and began to beat the ever living shit out of the punching bag,

I continued until all the rage in my system was cycled out and eradicated. I took a deep breath as I stepped back and rolled my shoulders.

"And we're good." I said to myself, as I turned towards the door.

Stepping out into the hallway, I was met with Timur and Alexsandr.

"Oh, товарищ, there you are. We were looking for you. (Comrade)" Timur said, as I tilted my head.

"Why?" I asked in confusion.

"We were going to invite you to join us for a party. Shuhrat is out of the infirmary, and to celebrate, we wanted to surprise him with a celebration." Alexsandr said, as I tilted my head.