Just Like Old Times

[sukaikuro]

Who: Fox and Falco
What: After over a year of living in Centerverse, the two of them finally cross paths again, and neither is particularly happy to see the other.
Where: The World That Never Was
When: Night
Rating: PG-13-ish
Warnings: Language, violence, alcohol
Status: COMPLETE

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[mccloudfox]

A day. One day was all it had been and already Fox was starting to regret his admittedly rash decision. It was obvious that his two roomates could barely stand each other, how either managed to stay sane was beyond him. It seemed as if they couldn't be in the same room for more than five minutes without bickering. Not the quiet, tolerable sort, but loud and heated arguments

[sukaikuro]

Falco settled quite comfortably in the bar setting, perhaps a little too quickly and too comfortably for his own good. He barely took a sip of his drink when the door opened and closed shut. However, he paid no mind to it. People came and went in bars all the time. It was hardly something to take note of. Either here for a drink or here to get out of the rain like he was.

Falco took another sip.

He decided to leave soon. All this water was pissing him off.

[mccloudfox]

The bars in this place were a lot different from those he was accustomed to back in Agrabah. Cleaner. He didn't feel like everyone would just as soon put a knife in his back as look at him. The scent of stale alcohol remained the same, however. His nose twitched and he brushed it off.

Lowering his hood, the fox took a seat at the bar.

"Just a glass of water, please." He wasn't really thirsty, but just sitting here didn't feel right.

The bartender gave him an odd look, regardless, but brought the drink with no comment. Sipping quietly, Fox stared at the row of bottle behind the bar, trying to avoid meeting any faces.

[sukaikuro]

The newcomer sat just a little bit away from Falco, and even though the bird was looking elsewhere, he could hear what the guy ordered.

Water.

Seriously? Who orders water in a freaking bar of all places. Well, one thing was for sure, whoever just came in was just looking for somewhere to escape the rain. But hey, it wasn't his business to police what everyone drank. But still, something about this bugged him. Why would Falco be bothered about someone not wanting to drink their liver under the table?

No, it wasn't what was said. It was the sound itself. That voice. It sounded...familiar.

A little too familiar.

Curiosity got the better of the bird, and finally, he turned his head to get a look at the guy, sitting just a few stools away from him.

Falco's eyes widened. Oh hell no. Whoever controlled fate really had it in for him.

"...you!"

[mccloudfox]

The recovery had been a little sooner than expected. Fox had gotten to his feet quickly, but the attempted ax-kick hit nothing but cold tile. One thing was for sure, Falco hadn't gone soft. He wasn't going to get anywhere by just swinging, so far the other had managed to turn his moves against him. Wasn't that just ironic? The bird was being the cool-headed one. But he could to that too couldn't he?

The pain in his side had cleared the fog in his mind a bit. Studying, he noted that Falco's moves were a little sluggish. Pain or caution? He hadn't been able to pay attention to the other's reactions while he fell, so it was impossible to tell. Whatever restraint he might have been using was apparently cast aside as he made a head-on rush. That's more like it, Fox grinned wryly

[sukaikuro]

Falco could only be calm and collected for so long, and his desire to end the fight quickly made him go for the all out attack. So he was surprised when Fox didn't try to dodge or resist his blow. And then he realized that Fox was doing what he did to him earlier.

How stupid of him. He tried to make a last ditch attempt to either break free or pull another reversal, but no luck. Fox had him right where he wanted, and Falco at least had the sense to avoid another head collision as the two of them hit the ground.

"Get off me!" He snarled, struggling in Fox's grip.

[mccloudfox]

Well that worked out nicely. There was an ache in his chest, but that aside he was little worse for wear. Putting his palms on the floor, he was able to shift to his knees. Falco had already gotten more than enough hits in, finally it was his turn. Taking hold of the other's collar, he raised his other hand to strike. He started to swing, but the blow fell short.

Fox blinked. Something had hold of his wrist. He looked down, it wasn't Falco. Reality seemed to dawn on him in that moment. They were in a bar, in a civilized world no less. Of course there would be someone to break up fights. The thick hand gripping his wrist let go about the same time as he felt a jarring pain in his back. Gasping, he was left all too open to the arms that reached around underneath his own, effectively rendering them useless

[sukaikuro]

Falco was ready to endure a beating from Fox when all of a sudden, the bastard was lifted off of him. In the back of his mind, he vaguely remembered seeing the bouncers coming towards the two of them. And while there was just a slight bit of relief from earning a reprieve from a beating, this effectively meant he wouldn't have a chance to beat Fox into the ground.

Another bouncer grabbed him, and Falco spouted a few swears, but put up little to no resistance as he was hauled out of the bar and tossed unceremoniously in the rain, landing in a puddle.

Silently, he pushed himself back up. Maybe he could get the hell out of there without having to see Fox ever again.