"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.
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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.
