I'd give her a "Ha!" and a "Hi-ya!" and a "Whoooo ahhhhhh!"

[summonerofmyst]

Who: Anyone interested
What: bar fight
When: Saturday
Where: The Black Spot Bar n Grill
Warnings: violence, language, etc.
Notes: Info can be found here. Action or prose - it's up to you. Don't forget to tag in :D

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[starwolf_leader]

Wolf had gone to the Bar , Grill for a quick drink after work before heading home. He just wanted to smoke a cigarette, have a beer, and then head home. Simple right? He wasn't looking for trouble today. But then some random alien just HAD to bump into him during the massive fight that had ensued. And the rules of bar brawls he knew well. Spinning around, he slugged the alien in the face, which sent it slamming into someone else. Looks like he was going to get exercise today as well.

[princemunculus]

Said someone else (That would be Greed hello) wasn't too happy about some shitty alien slamming into him. He'd dropped his beer. That shit was expensive, and Greed wasn't the sort that liked to waste money.

"Watch what yer doin' you dumbshit!" Greed shoved the alien aside (and through three tables holy shit) and pointed an accusatory finger at Wolf, him being the asshole that just punched another asshole at him.

"You better pay for that, you fuzzy bastard!"

[starwolf_leader]

Wolf was not in the mood for this. He glared at Greed as he pointed at him.

"I'm not paying for anything, fucker. Get your own beer." Wolf was many things, but he wasn't dump enough to turn his back on this guy. He put his back against the bar and his hands on either side of him, ready to move in an instant.

[princemunculus]

"Oh? You're not, huh?" Greed smiled the cockiest smile in the history of cocky smiles, and took a couple steps towards him.

"How about this, then. If you don't start whipping that wallet out within the next five seconds, I'm gonna make you pay for it. You oughta replace what you break, ah?"

long intro is long >>

[wishmadeinfire]

Ashura had been interested in a sip of wine after his shift at work. It was a true tragedy that he had to go to work after that how Holoseum business, but he did need the money and it was not like he hated his job this time around. Not to mention he was half in charge of Little Ash, and he needed the money for food and clothing. He didn't feel right letting Maraich take care of it all

[mrthirteen]

Treize had simply wanted to enjoy his evening. Yes, it was spending some of the money he'd been earning (an unusual concept for the nobleman), but it was well spent in his mind. The wine was excellent, the entertainment... turning violent. Hm.

He sat further back in his chair to avoid a thrown object, just moving as much as necessary. Why he'd chosen to set the rock that had somehow followed him around since his arrival was more out of amused disbelief, but it was sitting on the table in front of him all the same.

Really now, was this all necessary? Yes, it was another opportunity to watch his fellow refugees and gauge their abilities, but he'd honestly been hoping for some quiet.

[wishmadeinfire]

Ashura had been gliding along through the mess, somehow managing to side-step the brawling and thrown objects with the ease of a dancer across a stage. His glass of wine was in his hand, nestled between middle and ring fingers. He spotted the relatively calm oasis around Treize and headed for it - though not with any sort of urgency or worry, but like he had spotted Treize across the room and was coming to make conversation.

"And this makes me glad I did not grow up with the ability to go to bars," he said as he took a seat with that same quiet elegance that surrounded everything he did.

[mrthirteen]

Ah, a slightly new face. Lovely. Treize let a smile appear, polite and a spark of interest. He'd watched this one's matches and was rather pleased to see that grace of motion was shared with normal activities.

He raised his glass in a toast, not at all minding the company. "I rarely go myself. I find them more useful to observe."

[wishmadeinfire]

He raised his own back and sipped, considering the mayhem around them and casually deflecting a thrown tumbler, letting it shatter behind him without flinching, though he was aware now of glass near his bare-ish feet. He would need to remember that for later.

"I must say, it was.. disheartening how easy it was for this crowd to descend into chaos."

[not_a_chicken]

Normally, Zell wouldn't be very interested in this kind of environment, but he was still fascinated by the whole novelty of being in outer space and visiting an alien planet. Against all better judgement, he decided to step into a bar for no particular reason. Zell was simply curious and ignoring his common sense, so there he was. Right smack dab in the middle of a genuine bar fight

[wishmadeinfire]

Ashura chose a bad moment to get up and try once more to make his way for an exit amidst the mayhem. Because at that moment Zell decided to swing his fist - said fist heading straight for Ashura's face.

The elegant dressed man reached up and blocked the fist with the casualness of a fighter who found the actual attack sloppy and nothing more than nuisance. He blinked at him, his grip steady on the other's wrist, applying enough pressure to make sure the other knew continuing an assault was perhaps a bad idea.

"Excuse me."

aaahhh sorry about the delaay @_@ my computer was being a jerk ;^;

[not_a_chicken]

"Lemme go!" Zell shouted as he began to struggle. Though the pressure on his wrist was enough to make him cringe, all his common sense flew right out the window whenever he got all fired up in situations like this. Of course, he's run into trouble a few times because of that, but Zell hasn't really learned his lesson just quite yet.

"Why the hell'd ya hit me with that bottle?!" he yelled, assuming that this had to be the person who attacked him.

Re: aaahhh sorry about the delaay @_@ my computer was being a jerk ;^;

[wishmadeinfire]

"I did not do anything," he retorted, not bothered by the flailing.

He shoved him just so to make him stumbled back, but not enough to shove him to the ground.

[mybffmirelurks]

It took one or two weeks (and handfuls of glass shards, docked pay, bruised heads, and ethanol-laced cuts), but Moira finally decided she getting the hang of this juggling bit! It was such an entertaining job; the people were generally happy and friendly people (to her, and in Moira!vision), if a bit tipsy, and the job was safe and clean (ignoring the constantly airborne and twirling glass objects and regular act of puking). She even made quite a bit in tips, too, and had fun experimenting with odd recipes from the Wasteland she never got to try

[fbilittleguy]

Oddly enough, Little Guy was mostly indifferent to the chaos that had erupted around him. He had been sitting in the corner of the bar for most of the day, flagging down the odd rich client to sell his black-market weapons to, but business for the most part had been slow. He had tried to stay sober for as long as he possibly could (as he was the one ripping people off, not the other way around), but he was so hopelessly bored that he silently decided to himself he would man up and order the strangest thing he could find - and since people suddenly seemed to care more about using their fists than buying his cheap and highly illegal weapons, Little Guy was definitely off clock, now.

So when he read 'Pseudo Atomic Cocktail,' he had assumed it would be something that would knock him on his ass for the rest of the night, not some sugary-sweet Shirley Temple from hell. He chosen this location expecting to get winked at by a hot local or at least hopelessly sauced later that night, and now there was no hope in hell of either happening

I am so sorry for the massive quantities of LATE

[mybffmirelurks]

For one, she wasn't cowering; it was strategic positioning that reduced her chances of injury and reinforced her authority as an employee of the establishme--alright, alright, she was cowering.

But Moira did maintain some semblance of professionalism. She was good at that. Mostly. As the angry human strode up, the scientist-turned-bartender glanced at him from where she was peeking over the bar and blinked; then promptly she stood, a bright smile on her face.

"Just a moment, and I've have a looksee!" Moira slides the glass towards her, trying a dab and seemingly oblivious to rock that went skipping down the length of the bar, destroying many glasses and mugs in the process.

"Well, sir, that'd be my Atomic Cocktail! Well. Or my attempts to recreate one. See, I've never tried it before and I'm missing a lot of ingredients that the recipe calls for--" And so Moira started rambling, blocking out the chaos behind that naive smile.