Ginsberg's never been good at fighting, but he's always been good at starting arguments, which means he's pretty used to getting punched in the face. It hurts like hell when the guy hits him, and he's trying to decide whether to fight back, trying to decide whether to just start throwing wild punches and seeing if he can get a few hits off before the guy knocks him unconscious, when Ned steps in between the two of them and raises his voice like that. For a moment, the instructions to settle down are effective, but they cease being so the minute the guy raises his fist again and hits Ned.
There's a moment where he's prepared to rush the guy, to try to tackle him the floor because it's one thing to hit Ginsberg in the face, he'd basically been asking for it, but it's quite another thing to hit Ned in the face, Ned, who'd just been trying to get the two of them to stop fighting. He doesn't have the chance, though, because Ned's already shoving the guy up against the display case, and the security guards are rushing towards them, ready and willing to break all of this up.
"He started--" the man who Ned has pinned to the glass begins to yell, jerking his head towards Ginsberg angrily, but the security guards obviously don't care who started it. What they want is for all of them to get out of the museum and stop disturbing the other patrons, who're now outright gawking at the altercation. "You and you," one of the security guards says, gesturing to Ned and Ginsberg, assuming -- correctly, of course -- that the two of them are there together, "Get the hell out of here. Right now."
Ginsberg's going to argue, for a second, but then he looks at Ned, and at the blood coming from his nose, and he knows better. Even he's capable of restraining himself occasionally. Staring around himself defiantly, meeting the eyes of all the onlookers, he finally looks back to the guy Ned's let go of by now, under the watchful eyes of the security guards, and sneers at him. "And you can go fuck yourself," he says, not able to resist one last retort before turning back to Ned. "C'mon, let's get out of here."
Like it was his choice all along, and like they weren't forced out.
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There's a moment where he's prepared to rush the guy, to try to tackle him the floor because it's one thing to hit Ginsberg in the face, he'd basically been asking for it, but it's quite another thing to hit Ned in the face, Ned, who'd just been trying to get the two of them to stop fighting. He doesn't have the chance, though, because Ned's already shoving the guy up against the display case, and the security guards are rushing towards them, ready and willing to break all of this up.
"He started--" the man who Ned has pinned to the glass begins to yell, jerking his head towards Ginsberg angrily, but the security guards obviously don't care who started it. What they want is for all of them to get out of the museum and stop disturbing the other patrons, who're now outright gawking at the altercation. "You and you," one of the security guards says, gesturing to Ned and Ginsberg, assuming -- correctly, of course -- that the two of them are there together, "Get the hell out of here. Right now."
Ginsberg's going to argue, for a second, but then he looks at Ned, and at the blood coming from his nose, and he knows better. Even he's capable of restraining himself occasionally. Staring around himself defiantly, meeting the eyes of all the onlookers, he finally looks back to the guy Ned's let go of by now, under the watchful eyes of the security guards, and sneers at him. "And you can go fuck yourself," he says, not able to resist one last retort before turning back to Ned. "C'mon, let's get out of here."
Like it was his choice all along, and like they weren't forced out.