Sunday Night Fights
WHO: Yusuke, Yamazaki, Eddie, Zaraki- OPEN!!
WHERE Downtown Clairbourn
WHEN Sunday, November 11th- night
WHAT: Drinking, brawling and trouble on the streets of downtown Clairbourn.
WARNINGS: Language, violence
Yusuke couldn't say he was particularly happy about being booted out of his house by his mother that night- it had been a dumb fight over a dumb houserule she'd made up probably while drunk, and he didn't much care to deal with her bitching. So instead, he headed downtown to see if he could pick a fight or two, maybe get in some underage drinking while he was at it. Knocking a cigarette out of the pack in his pocket, he sparked it to life with the cheap zippo lighter he'd stolen off of some idiot he'd beaten down just a few days ago and took a drag as he shuffled his way into a particular bar that took his fancy. Damn, it was cold out tonight..
This one bar was a smoky, sleazier establishment- the type that the more unsavory figures of Clairbourn would go to for their dealings and fun. Thus, it was probably the best place to find a good fight, and maybe even con a drink off of someone. Mayeb a gamble or two if he was feeling lucky. Scanning the bar for any particular faces he knew he could use to his advantage, he noticed a particularly hulking figure towards the back, and his black-clad companion. "Well well.." he grinned to himself, slowly sauntering in their directiion.
Maybe it'd be a fun night after all.
WHERE Downtown Clairbourn
WHEN Sunday, November 11th- night
WHAT: Drinking, brawling and trouble on the streets of downtown Clairbourn.
WARNINGS: Language, violence
Yusuke couldn't say he was particularly happy about being booted out of his house by his mother that night- it had been a dumb fight over a dumb houserule she'd made up probably while drunk, and he didn't much care to deal with her bitching. So instead, he headed downtown to see if he could pick a fight or two, maybe get in some underage drinking while he was at it. Knocking a cigarette out of the pack in his pocket, he sparked it to life with the cheap zippo lighter he'd stolen off of some idiot he'd beaten down just a few days ago and took a drag as he shuffled his way into a particular bar that took his fancy. Damn, it was cold out tonight..
This one bar was a smoky, sleazier establishment- the type that the more unsavory figures of Clairbourn would go to for their dealings and fun. Thus, it was probably the best place to find a good fight, and maybe even con a drink off of someone. Mayeb a gamble or two if he was feeling lucky. Scanning the bar for any particular faces he knew he could use to his advantage, he noticed a particularly hulking figure towards the back, and his black-clad companion. "Well well.." he grinned to himself, slowly sauntering in their directiion.
Maybe it'd be a fun night after all.