Post by Brett Blaze on Sept 9, 2010 18:28:38 GMT -5
-The bar is crowded, smoke fills the air. One of Glory and Honor's new comers walks in with a smug look on his face. Heis wearing a blue button up shirt, khaki slacks, and brown pair of dress shoes. He scans the area and runs his fingers through his hair. He walks up to the bar. The bartender gives him a once over. The man has to be at least fifty and italian, his greying mustache covers most of his upper lip.-
Bartender: So name yer poison Sa.
Dreamer: Give me a double of....
Dreamer stops as someone pumps him from behind. His smug looks changes to one of annoyance. No apology, she just continues her path. Dreamer studies her as she walks through the crowd. She was wearing a black pair of heels, a leather jacket, blue jeans, and whatever else was under the jacket, he couldn't tell from this angle. The only other tell-tale sign of who she was was her hair. It was purple with blue highlights.
Dreamer: The nerve of some people I swear. If you didn't know better you'd think that bitch runs the damn world.
-Dreamer stops long enough to look back at the bartender.-
Dreamer: I'll be right back. I have to at least meet this unmannered harpy. Maybe teach her a few.
Bartender: No trouble, a'ight?
Dreamer: No promises.
-Dreamer turns back to the direction the assailant had been traveling. He couldn't believe some female would have the gall to embarrass him like that. He finally finds her sitting at a table which is strangely unoccupied except her. She sat with her back to him, her leather jacket hung over the back of the chair. He rolls his eyes and thinks to himself is this even worth the effort. After a few seconds of arguing with himself he finally decides to go ahead and approach, what harm would talking do to him. He continues his approach, the girl unknowing of him being behind her. He taps her on the shoulder. She quickly spins around and stand up. Her hair swings wildly in the motion. Now face to face Dreamer realizes who she is.-
Dreamer: Fuck... Of all people. Of all women it had to be you.
-It was indeed one half of the Cut Squad, KalHan. She looks at him confused. She smirks as she gives him a once over. She begins to speak in a sarcastic tone.-
KalHan: Look Playboy. If you want to talk... We can, but first how about a drink, huh?
-Dreamer's mouth drops. He couldn't believe what she had just said to him. Did she not know who he was or did she and just using sarcasm to irritate him? In ways he didn't care and he was here to drink anyway so what is the difference?
Dreamer: Pick your poison. I know what I'm having what do you want?
KalHan smirks at him. If only he knew what was going on in her mind. She was planning on getting him drunk and finding out vital information, maybe. Then again some relaxing did not seem like a bad thing either. She was still using the same tone when she spoke again.
KalHan: Tequilla... If you don't mind.
Dreamer rolls his eyes again. He nods to her and heads back to the bar. The bartender shakes his head as he approaches.
Bartender: Yo go for some answers and come back to get her drink... Sad.
Dreamer: Shut up and get me a double of Tequilla and a bottle of your best Whiskey.
Bartender: Sa, we just sell it by the shot, not the bottle.
-Dreamer grabs the man by the collar of his shirt. He pulls his face so close to his own that every breath Dreamer took landed on the bartenders cheeks. He talks slowly and clearly.
Dreamer: I.. Said.. I wanted... A bottle. Now... Get it...
-Dreamer releases his hold on the bartender and the man hurries to get his order. Dreamer takes, the bottle of whiskey and KalHan's double Tequilla back to the table. She smirks as he sits it infront of her. Dreamer sits down and opens the bottle, taking one big swig. He looks at her. He thought to himself "Yeah she is pretty, but she is working with someone I can't stand. Guilty by association. End of point.". He takes another swig from his bottle.-
Dreamer: Drink much?
-He gets his answer as KalHan slams down her double shot and slams the glass on the table.- Dreamer looks at her shocked. She was so small, there is no way she could possibly out drink him.-
Dreamer: How do you feel about drinking games?
-KalHan stops and thinks for a moment. She looks at the empty shot infront of her and over to Dreamer's bottle. She thinks for a few seconds more...
TBC: She know's who
Bartender: So name yer poison Sa.
Dreamer: Give me a double of....
Dreamer stops as someone pumps him from behind. His smug looks changes to one of annoyance. No apology, she just continues her path. Dreamer studies her as she walks through the crowd. She was wearing a black pair of heels, a leather jacket, blue jeans, and whatever else was under the jacket, he couldn't tell from this angle. The only other tell-tale sign of who she was was her hair. It was purple with blue highlights.
Dreamer: The nerve of some people I swear. If you didn't know better you'd think that bitch runs the damn world.
-Dreamer stops long enough to look back at the bartender.-
Dreamer: I'll be right back. I have to at least meet this unmannered harpy. Maybe teach her a few.
Bartender: No trouble, a'ight?
Dreamer: No promises.
-Dreamer turns back to the direction the assailant had been traveling. He couldn't believe some female would have the gall to embarrass him like that. He finally finds her sitting at a table which is strangely unoccupied except her. She sat with her back to him, her leather jacket hung over the back of the chair. He rolls his eyes and thinks to himself is this even worth the effort. After a few seconds of arguing with himself he finally decides to go ahead and approach, what harm would talking do to him. He continues his approach, the girl unknowing of him being behind her. He taps her on the shoulder. She quickly spins around and stand up. Her hair swings wildly in the motion. Now face to face Dreamer realizes who she is.-
Dreamer: Fuck... Of all people. Of all women it had to be you.
-It was indeed one half of the Cut Squad, KalHan. She looks at him confused. She smirks as she gives him a once over. She begins to speak in a sarcastic tone.-
KalHan: Look Playboy. If you want to talk... We can, but first how about a drink, huh?
-Dreamer's mouth drops. He couldn't believe what she had just said to him. Did she not know who he was or did she and just using sarcasm to irritate him? In ways he didn't care and he was here to drink anyway so what is the difference?
Dreamer: Pick your poison. I know what I'm having what do you want?
KalHan smirks at him. If only he knew what was going on in her mind. She was planning on getting him drunk and finding out vital information, maybe. Then again some relaxing did not seem like a bad thing either. She was still using the same tone when she spoke again.
KalHan: Tequilla... If you don't mind.
Dreamer rolls his eyes again. He nods to her and heads back to the bar. The bartender shakes his head as he approaches.
Bartender: Yo go for some answers and come back to get her drink... Sad.
Dreamer: Shut up and get me a double of Tequilla and a bottle of your best Whiskey.
Bartender: Sa, we just sell it by the shot, not the bottle.
-Dreamer grabs the man by the collar of his shirt. He pulls his face so close to his own that every breath Dreamer took landed on the bartenders cheeks. He talks slowly and clearly.
Dreamer: I.. Said.. I wanted... A bottle. Now... Get it...
-Dreamer releases his hold on the bartender and the man hurries to get his order. Dreamer takes, the bottle of whiskey and KalHan's double Tequilla back to the table. She smirks as he sits it infront of her. Dreamer sits down and opens the bottle, taking one big swig. He looks at her. He thought to himself "Yeah she is pretty, but she is working with someone I can't stand. Guilty by association. End of point.". He takes another swig from his bottle.-
Dreamer: Drink much?
-He gets his answer as KalHan slams down her double shot and slams the glass on the table.- Dreamer looks at her shocked. She was so small, there is no way she could possibly out drink him.-
Dreamer: How do you feel about drinking games?
-KalHan stops and thinks for a moment. She looks at the empty shot infront of her and over to Dreamer's bottle. She thinks for a few seconds more...
TBC: She know's who