Tim Had been doing some thinking.... and THAT usually involved drinking. Finding himself in town at the haunted house. he popped open a can, and watched people come out of the haunted house, sheepishly white. Taking a few long drinks of his budwiser he looked for anyone familiar.

It wasn't long before he spotted Jakob Colt walking out, with a girl clutched to his arm. It looked as though she'd seen a ghost, but being the asshole he was, he decided to pop off a rude remark. " wow.... looks that little miss prom queen is having to hold up the big...bad...college faggot, whats the matter, was it scary?!" he said with a smirk as he drained the rest of the beer, and tossed the can aside.

Jakob didn't socialize that much. He disliked most fake people in Oakland, and fake people were in a true excess around the city. He didn't care about their opinions, really, as long as he got attention from certain ones from time to time. And today he felt like hanging out with a friend of his. Yes, they were strictly friends even if the girl was very attractive. After all, Jakob was no manwhore, and he wasn't interested in her at the moment.

Jakob laughed as he came out of the house, holding the girl tightly so she would stop being so scared."It's all over, chicken."He joked, just trying to make her feel better. As he walked he saw Tim Riggins, some asshole highschooler. Grunting, he heard his comment. Arching an eyebrow at his very smart comment, he shook his head."She's just kind of scared. You see, she was fine until we came out. But when she saw you, Jesus. I don't blame her, you're worse looking than the guys in there."He replied with a cold tone, not really wanting to get angry. He was, afterall, with a female company, reason he didn't snap with a sex comment about she could hold him up but Tim probably couldn't hold up his dick. "Why aren't you in the house, Tim? Lost your job there? I bet you got lots of cash, since you don't even need a mask to look awful."He added.

Ever heard the saying, that when you're drinking, things make you a lot angrier, quicker? That was the case as Tim leaped up and shoved Jakob hard. " yeah bitch, haha why is it every time I see you, you have a different dumb whore on your arm...." he growled, before looking at the girl and winking. " OHHH waittt.... they don;t find out you have Herpes until AFTER you fuck them riiiight?!" he replied as he stepped up to him, looking up a bit to stare him in the face. Resisting the urge to swing a hand out and clock him, he waited.... for just another rude remark...SOMETHING to drive him over the edge.

" what you fucking college pussy, lost your tone...... Thats what I thought, fuck you" he said with a laugh as he turned back toward his car.

Jakob grunted when he was shoved hard, looking at his friend in a 'what the fuck?' way to tell her that he had no clue what this was about, holding on tight to her so he just didn't attack the dude."Dumb whore? The girl you're refering to, Mr. Riggins, is studying psychology in our local University. I'd ask you to shut your stupid mouth and not call her a dumb whore, but I'm not quite sure you actually can understand English."He replied, shrugging his shoulders. When he added the thing about him having herpes, he laughed."Herpes is pretty fucking obvious, dick head, so anyone can actually see it. You're really focusing on your classes, eh?"He asked, shaking his head. Damn, the guy was stupid."What you've probably got is what we call 'gonorrea', not herpes. When the girl says 'Are you sure, I have gonorrea', it's not that she has some sex toy, it's an STD."He explained in a calm tone as if he was talking to a child.

Jakob arched an eyebrow at what the guy said, he looked at his friend that had a disgusted look on her face."Excuse me."He said politely to her, letting her go and holding Tim's shoulder, swinging him around before aiming a punch at his face while letting his foot behind Mr. Riggins' feet, so he would trip easier.

Before he knew it, he was hit across the face as he was spun around. Hitting Jakob's foot as he stumbled back, he almost tripped, but swung his fist up catching the guy that had punched him across the nose. " and no, smart guy..." he began as warm blood poured from his lips, " tell her the truth quit lying, he has genital herpes doll, you've probably got it already too.... too bad it wasn't his week for an outbreak.... or you would Have seen it." Watching Jakob get to his feet, he knew the fight wasn't over. " and to clarify, I was referring to Nikkita...... you can ask him about it later, while you're bandaging him up" he smirked, before running up and utilizing his skills as a linebacker. He hit him hard, pulling him up off the ground and driving back down.

They were both bleeding pretty bad already, and a crowd was starting to gather.

[[ONE THING: You can't say that my character has fallen or that he is bleeding, kay? I decide those facts, you decide your character's facts ;) ]]
Jakob was caught by surprise when the guy was able to actually hit him while tripping, and was hit on the middle of the face, going down. Good because he wouldn't get a bloody nose or a black eye. He hoped he could remain like that for a while, it wasn't his idea of fun looking bruised for a month. He looked at Tim, letting him talk while he just focused on what he'd do next. Football and frequent fights out of it made him a hell of a fighter, and he knew that even if Tim wasn't weak, the guy couldn't beat him, either. At most, a tie."I don't have herpies, I don't fuck whores because I can get quality whenever I want to. And this girl...I've never touched her in my life, not even kissed her, so get your facts straight."He said simply."Get you've been stalking me wrongly, Tim. I know you're addicted to me, but I'm not a simple 'easy to understand' guy. Go be gay with someone else."He was just talking while his head swam for a while. Hearing the name 'Nikkita', he sprang up."Don't even say her name, dumbass. I bet you can't even spell it right."He said, and the flare of anger blinded him, so there was no way to block the hit, and he fell, grabbing Tim's t-shirt and twirling around, making him fall under Jakob. He directed a hit to the side of his head, to hit the ear. That was a sensible place, he knew it.

(( Yeah my bad, I realized that after I did it and was too lazy to change it SORRY!))

He felt the wind escape him for a second as he hit the ground, gasping, he felt another hit slam into his ear. His head was ringing but there was no way he was going to get his ass kicked by a faggot. He wasn't even speaking anymore, he was just swinging punch after punch to the face of the kid above him.

Getting the feeling he wouldn't last much longer in the position he was in, he head butted Jakob across the nose, and rolled him off. Swinging another punch to his eye, he leaped to his feet and spat some blood from his mouth. He wasn't a push over, that was for sure, he could fight, and there wasn't any way either of them were going to win.

Huffing, he glared at the guy before him, as he wiped a line of blood flowing from the split in his lip.

[[ It's okay. I just thought that maybe you didn't know, so I felt like warning you :] ]]

Jakob used his advantage of being on top of Tim to press his knee on the boy's crotch, just to be mean and make him feel lots of pain. He tried dodging the punches and was able to save himself of some, but of course he got hit at times, his nose was starting to leak blood and people were screaming. The punches that Tim threw at his were responded, and he was trying to make more permanent damage, aiming to the guy's eyes and jaw, trying to deslocate and make pain excrutiating to the boy. But he had to controll himself. He couldn't go as a savage as he usually did, or he could end up on the police for beating up a minor. Damn it, stupid ages.

Jakob groaned in pain when he was head butted and his nose hurt insanely. Another punch on his eye and it was starting to swell. Whatever, he was used to it. He layed down there for a while, looking at Tim before getting up and backing off, circulating the seventeen year old, letting the blood drip from his nose and mouth so his appearance was spookier and the punches that were thrown sideways, as they usually were, would slip a bit and loose impact. Stepping forwards, he aimed a fast punch at the guy's neck, making his hand flat and it'd get the air unable to go through his windpipe. That usually got a guy unable to breathe for a long while and therefore would maybe give Jakob the chance to just let it go. He didn't want to go to jail.

Tim saw him going for his throat and he ducked before coming up under the hand. Standing in his face, he swung his hand up to punch again, but he stopped. Lowering hi hand, he stood there looking him in his eyes. " So, you're not as big of a pussy as I though...... I respect that..."

Stepping back, he extended his hand. " you impressed me..... you're not a pushover like most of these other faggots" he added before wiping the blood away from his mouth with his other hand.

Jakob grunted when Tim was able to duck his blow and was already aiming another punch there when the boy opposite to him stopped and lowered his hand. As much as Jakob just wanted to beat the fuck out of him, he couldn't. The guy had stopped fighting not because he couldn't go longer, but because he...respected him? What? He couldn't really understand what Tim was trying to mean by his words. He didn't exactly make sense, to Jakob."Haven't you ever seen me play football? I've played against guys that are five inches taller than me."He said, shrugging his shoulders.

Jakob shook hands with the guys."Why did you start this fight? Test me or something? You're drunk, man."He said, shaking his head and making blood drip around. He didn't believe it was over, Tim could punch him again at any time."I just want one thing from you. Apologize about Nikkita. She's not in this and you shouldn't have insulted her."He wasn't the hero, he just knew that it wasn't right to cuss people outside them because of their turbulated relationship.

Tim nodded when he shook his hand. " I started it because I've heard all this shit about you, and I wanted to see if it was true..." he said with a shrug.

When he told him to apologize about Nikkita, he smiled and nodded, " yeah dude, I'm sorry... I just figured that I'd need to get you mad to actually see how bad you were" he said with a grin. " but yeah, sorry dude" he finished.

"That's basically the worse fucking excuse you could have given."Jakob snarled angrily. What the fuck was going on, really? His suspiscious instincts were going loco at the moment."My nose is fucking bleeding because of some stupid shit you've heard about me? Is that seriously your reason to start attacking me and my friend? What kind of dumbass are you?"He asked, arching his eyebrows and just resisting painstakingly to not just kick the guy in the balls, make him fall down then kick the shit out of him.

"Good. If you didn't apologize, I swear to God I'd get a piece of a broken bottle that you had drunken from before and...not slit your throat, let's say...rip your leg's muscles apart."Jakob suggested sweetly, shaking his head."Am I supposed to be famous or something? Is Ashton Kutcher supposed to come out and tell me that I've been punk'd? This is fucking pathetic, I want you to know that."He spat blood on the ground and turned to his friend that was pretty much shaking, horrified."I'm sorry for this crap."He mumbled, not turning his back to Tim at any given time.