Paddy knew this was coming :X

[i_hate_posses]

WHO: Charlie Prince and Paddy Maguire
WHERE: Dining area
WHEN: End of Paddy's kitchen shift
WARNINGS: Violence at the very least

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[christ_onabike]

Paddy was, as always, the last out of the kitchen. He had to make sure things were clean; as much as he trusted his staff, he had a neat and tidy streak which bordered on obsessive at times. That, and he had to lock the door. So, he was pretty much alone when he shuffled out of the kitchen, locking the door behind him. He had quite a few things on his mind, so didn't see Charlie at first, just finished locking up and pocketed the keys.

[i_hate_posses]

Charlie smirked when the warden appeared. He moved toward the man quietly, walking with purposed until he was beside him. It might have been more prudent to keep his mouth shut; however, the outlaw couldn't resist. He spoke softly but not so softly he couldn't be heard.

"So, Warden. You think you can fight me?"

Without waiting for a reply, he struck out with the fork.

[christ_onabike]

Paddy was taken by surprise, as he was caught up in his thoughts a little when Charlie spoke and had only just turned to him, when the fork gashed down his cheek, drawing just a little blood. He brought his hand to it quickly, out of instinct, but then the tough little street kid in him rose to the surface and he turned properly to Charlie and threw a wild punch at his face.

[i_hate_posses]

The punch knocked Charlie back and he scrambled to find his footing. So maybe the warden was able to hold his own. It shouldn't be a surprised, the outlaw mused. Paddy had been an inmate before he decided to go belly up and start kissing the wardens. Hell, he liked Paddy enough when he wasn't a spineless little shit for brains. Of course, he didn't like him now.

"Evenin', Warden," He smiled through the rage and gripped his fork tighter. He rubbed his face where the other had hit him with his free hand. "I suppose you weren't expecting to see anyone here."