When: August 17, early evening
Where: Common room
What: Practicing some chemistry, if by "chemistry" one really means "punching each other in the face"
Some people have relationships with one another that seem to entwine them on a chemical level. If considering that in the case of the BLU Soldier and the RED Demo, the former would be a sizable quantity of good ol' H2O, and the latter a bigass chunk of sodium. That is to say, their meetings were bound to be explosive. It didn't surprise either of them when, approximately four minutes after the RED wandered into the otherwise-empty common room, the two were at each other's throats-- and not figuratively speaking, considering the red bite mark which soon graced Demo's neck, or the boot that later connected to the Soldier's spine in retaliation.
It wouldn't be a pretty thing to walk in on. Nope.