[He's dumb in a lotta ways, but Party's street smart. That means being able to keep a cigarette safe in your mouth even while your ugly twin's whiny boyfriend is try to grind you into the dirty. Smirking and snorting, he fights back, not shy to go for the throat or the eyes or the crotch, whatever it's gonna take to stutter Jesse's assault and get him on his back.

[But no knife. See, he's playing nice.

[Anyway, what does he need a knife for? Nature's own little weapon is skittering it's way towards Jesse's shoulder now, hooking into his sleeve--Party sucks in a breath around his cigarette, arms and legs going stiff to pin Jesse down.] Hey--hey hold still! You got one on ya, hold still, you gonna spook it!