"Yo! Wassup homies!" I Shout cheerfully, laughing, as I walk into the old pub.
Everyone's looking at me. I look at the bar. There's a man sitting at it, and he does not look very impressed. At all. Suddenly, he's screaming at me, as if I just shot his cat or something.
"Shut up!" He screams. I swear his eyes are popping out of their sockets.
I'm actually enjoying this quite a lot. It's pretty darn funny.
"Dude... chill out." I'm trying not to piss myself. "Fancy a mars bar?"
I stroll over to the man casually, and sit on the empty stool next to him. He's just glaring at me. Fine. Don't have one.
"Hey! It's Mario!" I say loudly, noticing the Italian guy further on down the room.
Last edited by Sins on Thu Mar 18, 2010 9:02 pm, edited 1 time in total.
I turned away, yanking my dagger out of the wood and asked for another drink. Somehow another bottle ended up in front of me.
I tip the bottle up and take a long drink before slamming it down on the counter. I really did not want to remember what I'd just done before coming in here.
"Oi, bartender," I called. "More drinks."
"With friends like you, who needs a medical license?" - Paimon, Aether's Heart
“It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.” - Grace Hopper.
I roll my eyes. This girl obviously has issues. I lean in close, trying to ignore the smell of alcohol seeping out of her mouth when I'm this close.
"What's wrong, afraid to get burned?" I ask venomously.
She screams, throwing the bottle to the ground where it smashes. Good God, she's wasting a lot of good stuff by smashing all the full bottles. She attacks me, dagger in hand, but I slip out of the way, putting a small flame at the end of each finger. Finally, I can have some fun.
Jesus Christ. These guys have bad tempers. That chick has a serious issue with fire! I wonder if she'd be afraid of my lighter... that would be funny to see.
She seems pretty hammered though, she doesn't even look old enough to drink! Mind you, I can't say much. She's hot though... well, so is the guy that's winding her up.
I've just thought of something. I grab the drink from the other guy next to me. I start laughing as I throw the drink over the guys hands, the one with flames on his fingers, that is.
I sighed and put my head down on the bar. I kept seeing that image in my head.
"Give me another a drink," I muttered and the bartender puts a glass down near my head. I straighten up and take a sip. It's cool drink. I shoot the bartender a glare then decide not to hurt him. "Thanks," I mumbled and looked away.
The guys with the fire was yelling at some newbie who had thrown alcohol onto his hand. I snickered and took another sip to hide it when he looked at me.
"With friends like you, who needs a medical license?" - Paimon, Aether's Heart
“It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.” - Grace Hopper.
***Natalie (Nate) of Hell on Earth*** I staggered into the tavern. What would a few more drinks hurt? I tucked my Walter PPK into my waistband and pulled my shirt over. I don't want to start a ruckus tonight. "Paige, what the frigg are you doin' here?" "Who are you, my mother?" She said, downing another drink.
"What'll ya have mam?" the bartender asked. "Martini, dry." I requested. "Aren't you a bit young?" "Aren't you a bit retarded? I want a dry, friggen, martini!" I yelled.
Star light; star bright, It is time to take flight. Off I go through the dark of night. All my hopes and dreams in sight.
Some of the guys here are hysterical! A bit touchy... but still, hysterical. Especially that Burns guy, he thinks he's so hard with that gun. I'm looking at him as he verbally abuses the bartender. I walk over to him again.
Paige was sitting around, getting drunk, as usual. I sipped my milk silently. Hopefully, nobody would talk to me, and then I could leave. I blew a smoke ring. Milk and a cigarette. Yum.
"As always." I laughed. I sipped my martini, the cool liquid drowned my desire for thirst. Bliss. "You got a cigarette?" I asked the guy named Burns. I noticed he had a gun, "Oi, I've got one of those too!" I laughed, showing him mine.
Star light; star bright, It is time to take flight. Off I go through the dark of night. All my hopes and dreams in sight.
You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children. — Madeleine L'Engle, Author
