Post by jtm on Jul 17, 2009 13:46:35 GMT -5
The Irish - Bronze
Jake The Muss - Green
Drunk Man - Orange
"Whoa oh... Slippin away from me!"
A group of four sits at a round table in the middle of the bar, drinking pints of beer and singing merrily between each other. All sing with a heavy Irish accent clinging onto every verse as the continue to sing in their drunken stupor. At the front of the table sits a black shirted man with a guitar in hand. His shirt is stretched to breaking point as its sleeves struggle to contain his massive biceps. His arms are covered in Celtic tattoos that run up his forearms and into his shirt. He strums while singing along to the chorus of the song.
"Whoa oh... Slippin away from me!"
Another man moves towards the table from the bar, five pints of Kilkenny Irish beer in hand. He sits down in the chair and passes around the glasses of beer. He passes one to the guitar playing, black shirted Irish individual. He takes the beer in hand and down's half of it in unison with his friends. He slams the beer down on the table and laughs, going to pick the guitar back up as something catches his eye from across the bar. Two men stare daggers at the group of Irishmen from the wall on the far side of the room. Black shirt stares right back before getting to his feet. The man in the seat next to him has the guitar thrusted onto his chest as he tries to stop his friend.
"Jake, Jake, Jake! Nah bro your getting to old for this shit"
"Hold my guitar..."
Jake walks across the bar with an eye firmly placed on the instigating duo at the other end of the room. He raises his eyebrows as he points to himself. The two men sneer and nod as one takes a step forward.
"Hey shitface! We don't like your kind aro-"
His sentence is cut short by Jake The Muss's clenched right hand as it slams into the square of his jaw. His eyes roll back into the back of his head as his friend jumps up from his place on the wall, his mouth open in wide surprise. Jake wastes no time in dispatching his second target, picking up a bar stool to his left and slamming it into the temple of his man. The drunk floored only seconds earlier unwisely stirs on the floor and receives a haymaking right boot to his ribs from the frenzied Irishman. He sneers at the downed men and roars as a bouncer reaches over to grab his shoulder. The Muss with no hesitation turns and brings a cocked fist along with him. He clenches his jaw as the hulking member of the bars security hits the floor with a thud. The Muss breathes heavily with fire in his eyes. He looks down at the bar stool still in hand before placing it on the floor and looking to his floored opponents.
"Here! Have a seat you fucks!"
He dusts the blood of the top of the stool and spits on the drunk who instigated the fight in the first place before walking back to his table. All eyes follow The Muss as he sits down with a sigh and takes his guitar back from his mate.
"Now... Where, were we?... Oh... Whoa, Oh... Slippin away from me!..."
This time his friends don't join in as they stare at Jake, yet they don't necessarily look all that surprised at his antics. He looks at them with a puzzled face.
"What?..."
His mate next to him shakes his head and picks up his beer.
"Ah f*ck Jake! I was really starting to like this bar..."
The Muss slumps in his chair and frowns. Unseen by many a finely suited Xantaxm sits in a booth to the side of the tavern. He grins before picking up his glass and letting the last bit of his fine bourbon slide down his throat. He takes his phone out of his jacket pocket and dials a number before bringing it to his ear.
EOT
Jake The Muss - Green
Drunk Man - Orange
"Whoa oh... Slippin away from me!"
A group of four sits at a round table in the middle of the bar, drinking pints of beer and singing merrily between each other. All sing with a heavy Irish accent clinging onto every verse as the continue to sing in their drunken stupor. At the front of the table sits a black shirted man with a guitar in hand. His shirt is stretched to breaking point as its sleeves struggle to contain his massive biceps. His arms are covered in Celtic tattoos that run up his forearms and into his shirt. He strums while singing along to the chorus of the song.
"Whoa oh... Slippin away from me!"
Another man moves towards the table from the bar, five pints of Kilkenny Irish beer in hand. He sits down in the chair and passes around the glasses of beer. He passes one to the guitar playing, black shirted Irish individual. He takes the beer in hand and down's half of it in unison with his friends. He slams the beer down on the table and laughs, going to pick the guitar back up as something catches his eye from across the bar. Two men stare daggers at the group of Irishmen from the wall on the far side of the room. Black shirt stares right back before getting to his feet. The man in the seat next to him has the guitar thrusted onto his chest as he tries to stop his friend.
"Jake, Jake, Jake! Nah bro your getting to old for this shit"
"Hold my guitar..."
Jake walks across the bar with an eye firmly placed on the instigating duo at the other end of the room. He raises his eyebrows as he points to himself. The two men sneer and nod as one takes a step forward.
"Hey shitface! We don't like your kind aro-"
His sentence is cut short by Jake The Muss's clenched right hand as it slams into the square of his jaw. His eyes roll back into the back of his head as his friend jumps up from his place on the wall, his mouth open in wide surprise. Jake wastes no time in dispatching his second target, picking up a bar stool to his left and slamming it into the temple of his man. The drunk floored only seconds earlier unwisely stirs on the floor and receives a haymaking right boot to his ribs from the frenzied Irishman. He sneers at the downed men and roars as a bouncer reaches over to grab his shoulder. The Muss with no hesitation turns and brings a cocked fist along with him. He clenches his jaw as the hulking member of the bars security hits the floor with a thud. The Muss breathes heavily with fire in his eyes. He looks down at the bar stool still in hand before placing it on the floor and looking to his floored opponents.
"Here! Have a seat you fucks!"
He dusts the blood of the top of the stool and spits on the drunk who instigated the fight in the first place before walking back to his table. All eyes follow The Muss as he sits down with a sigh and takes his guitar back from his mate.
"Now... Where, were we?... Oh... Whoa, Oh... Slippin away from me!..."
This time his friends don't join in as they stare at Jake, yet they don't necessarily look all that surprised at his antics. He looks at them with a puzzled face.
"What?..."
His mate next to him shakes his head and picks up his beer.
"Ah f*ck Jake! I was really starting to like this bar..."
The Muss slumps in his chair and frowns. Unseen by many a finely suited Xantaxm sits in a booth to the side of the tavern. He grins before picking up his glass and letting the last bit of his fine bourbon slide down his throat. He takes his phone out of his jacket pocket and dials a number before bringing it to his ear.
EOT
