Finished/Closed

[stonyfaced]

WHO: Samuel Vimes and Ken Hidaka + anybody else who arrives
WHAT: Vimes does whathe does best and Ken runs into him? We shall see!
WHERE: Miscellenous neutral sleazy bar with a few inconspicuous mobsters and coppers here and there.
WHEN: Day 177
OPEN TO: Anybody who likes to drink, or to socialize with drinkers?

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[stonyfaced]

"Well, I certainly don't believe in hurting people to get stuff you want, but it's a fact that nearly everybody else does," Vimes replied, drumming his fingers upon the counter as he lost all sensation in the tips of his fingers. It was a pleasant feeling. "But if somebody decides to hurt me, say,to get what they want, then I won't be so forgiving." In case Ken was dull, "Meaning that I'll use violence to keep something that I want, being my life, that is

[stonyfaced]

Vimes stared passively at Ken as he received the lecture as to why he was drinking coffee. Dehydration, blahblahblah, hangover, blahblah, yeah, okay, it was a way to get sober, there, end of story.

His logical train of thought however, was interrupted by the unmistakable sound of breaking glass. Just dandy. Whenever he went out, something just had to happen. This was such a nice night, too. Oh well. Once the glass broke and a man went down clutching at his hand, it was over. Unless they were particularly stubborn bastards

[artiglio]

Yup. Stupid. You don't get involved with bar fights unless they involved you, or someone actually getting hurt, was Ken's way of looking at it.

Of course, Ken had forgotten that Vimes was a cop. A tipsy one at that. He watched with trepidation as Vimes drew his guns and approached the two combatants. Silently, he got up and followed him over, anticipating the mood.

Sharp eyes and even sharper reflexes caught the fist that was aimed at his new friend right before it hit.

"Ah ah ha, lets not make this assault too, alright?"