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The front door opens and there's a sound of a fight a moment before a dark man stumbles backwards through the door. All his focus for who ever was on the other side of that door, so much so that he doesn't actually realize where he's stumbled to. His feet take him forward as the door starts to close. But he's not fast enough and the door closes, and is gone before he can catch the handle. His fist connects with the wall, though not hard enough to cause any real damage.
He hasn't been here in over a year, but it's hard to forget this place. He turns away from the wall to face the bar, a scowl settled on his features. He's bloody and possibly still bleeding in a few places, his left arm hanging limp at his side though that's probably due to the knife currently embedded in his shoulder. His brain is trying to process his current setting through the adrenaline. Give him a moment and he'll notice that there's a blade in his shoulder, and that it's still bleeding around the blade. Or, you could tell him.
Welcome back to Milliways, Aubrey.
He hasn't been here in over a year, but it's hard to forget this place. He turns away from the wall to face the bar, a scowl settled on his features. He's bloody and possibly still bleeding in a few places, his left arm hanging limp at his side though that's probably due to the knife currently embedded in his shoulder. His brain is trying to process his current setting through the adrenaline. Give him a moment and he'll notice that there's a blade in his shoulder, and that it's still bleeding around the blade. Or, you could tell him.
Welcome back to Milliways, Aubrey.