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Post by Victoria Marcus on Aug 9, 2011 21:19:13 GMT -5
((11:30 pm, August 9th, 2027))
It had been a long, hard ride, the weather outside on this evening was harsh, thunderstorms and sheets of rain she, frankly, wanted nothing to do with. The thunder was enough to make her jump each time, that was at least, until she started drinking. It was a small bar, a little outside of New York City, one she commonly came to when she was in this area since she preferred the familiar atmosphere, not to mention the bartender here was a pretty cool guy so she had at least some decent company in this sea of drunks. She was buzzed enough now not to care about the accursed thunder, much at least, though the 6'1" redhead was still tense and on edge, just her posture told she was ready to fight if she needed to, though it was not as if her black leather outfit or the twin .45s at her sides did anything to soften that appearance, though thankfully she had a permit for those weapons. Then there were the visible scars across her shoulders, arms and face, all in all, she looked like one you did not wish to tangle with.
Alas, drunken men didn't seem to have much common sense, every guy, after enough drinks, thought he could tame her it seemed, or at least enough of them seemed of that mentality to annoy the hell out of her. She caught sight of a man coming up behind her via a reflection in one of the bottles behind the bar, moving to put his hand on her shoulder. "Unless you want that hand ripped off and used to bitch slap you before I shove it so far up your ass you'll be spitting up fingernails, I suggest you keep it to yourself." she warned, not so much as looking back at the guy, though she saw via the reflection the expression that came over his face before he decided touching this woman may not be one of his brightest ideas. Well, at least that one still had some common sense.
She looked up to the bar tender then, holding up her empty glass. "More rum if you'd be so kind." she said before the bartender came to fill her glass. No one the rocks or anything, just, straight rum, none of that weak stuff, 100 proof was her preferred strength "You should try to pace yourself some Vic, I know you can handle it but, still." the barkeep told her, though he smiled a bit, knowing from the redhead's previous visits here, she wouldn't listen, she was a heavy drinker though, thankfully, she still had her sense about her when she did drink and, unless provoked, didn't become too aggressive.
"I'm alright man, don't you worry bout me. Ya know I handle myself well. Besides, afta the day I've had and that damnable storm outside, I need something to keep me somewhat relaxed." she said giving a small, lopsided smile before taking another swig of her drink. "Think ya can get a song goin' for me man?" she asked, the bartender just nodding and going to set a song into the playlist cue so it came next, knowing already what the redhead was going to ask him to get on anyways. Trust by Sevendust started playing soon enough as the barkeeper moved to see to the other costumers, Vic merely took another drink of her liquor and listened to the music, watching reflections of the people behind her, only observing, not really haing much want to interact, well, unless she happened to see a little cutie she wanted to aim for tonight, but most of these were below her standards.
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Post by Swindle on Aug 9, 2011 21:54:04 GMT -5
In a darker back corner of the bar sat a lone figure enjoying a drink himself. He'd had company in that corner earlier but they had since left. Not surprising considering it was unwise to stick around with those you did business with after that kind of business, but the deal had gone without a hitch and the man's pockets were a bit heavier due to it, which he liked. He glanced around the bar subtly behind large purple tinted sunglasses which covered his eyes which shone the same color, his dark hair slicked back neatly. As usual it seemed no one even noticed anything had transpired there, which was good. It was one of the reasons he liked doing business in places like this, they were out of the way and not overly crowded plus there was less chance of the authorities walking in unexpectedly. But at the same time it didn't seem suspicious. To anyone who didn't know it would appear that he had met up with some old friends at a bar, nothing wrong with that.
He took back another swig of his drink, it didn't have the same kick to it as what he was used to but it would suffice for now. After all, it was mostly just a celebratory drink. It was nice when everything went right for once, no surprises, no conflict, just a smooth transaction. He leaned back, the front of his tan trench coat opening a bit and revealing clearly a purple suit beneath. It may look odd to some, but not odd enough to draw too much attention. Besides, it did suit him. In fact, the thing most likely to draw much attention was the Decepticon insignia on the front of his trench coat, and that was only to those who would notice and recognize it.
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Aug 9, 2011 22:20:09 GMT -5
Vic had simply remained at the bar, listening to the song she had wanted to hear as she finished off yet another glass of her rum, lifting the glass, the barkeeper coming to refill it for her "Pretty quite night besides the storm, isn't it? We don't get this often." he said, causing a slight chuckle to come from the redhead. Though she paused for a moment seeing the guy she had told to buzz off earlier returning with a group of five other guys in tow. She looked at the barkeeper and sighed "Ya jus' had to jinx it, didn't ya?" she said before looking back to the reflections, watching the group walking up to her. "Can I help you fellas?" she said, once more, watching them only through the reflections as they stood nearly right behind her.
"Yea, I hear you threatened our friend here, what makes you think you have the right bitch?" the larger man in the group said, reaching to grab the redhead's arm. Victoria merely pulled her gun with the other hand so she didn't spill her drink and pointed it at the man over her shoulder. "You sure you wanna try an' touch me?" she said, the bartender looking at her due to this, mostly with a face begging her not to get into a fight. "Sorry hun, they started this one." she said as she finally turned to look at the man over her shoulder, seeing a glint of metal, a knife, being pulled by one of the other men in the group. "Let me give you guys a drink." she said before spinning around on the bar stool and splashing her near full glass of rum right in the larger guy's eyes, knowing that BURNED like crazy. The guy with the knife then charged forward only to have the redhead kick the knife from his hand and pistol whip him. She holstered her gun then, standing to her full height plus two and a half inches due to the heels of her boots. "Now boys, you play with fire and ya gonna get burned." she said looking down at the men, though it seemed they were either too drunk, or too stupid, to know when it was a good time to leave a fight be.
The guy she had originally turned down came at her next, trying to charge at her. Considering how stupid that move was she guessed he was just too drunk to have common sense, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to kick his ass. She brought up a leg to kick him square in the chin before reaching out to grasp him by the back of his shirt and fling him into his other buddy with the knife who was trying to get back up to come at her again. The redhead smirked a bit hearing what song began playing, oh this was good music to fight to, Releasing the Demons by Godsmack had just come on. "So then, ya don't wanna take my warnin', a'right, it's ya'll's asses that are gonna be black an' blue in the mornin'." she said as another one of the guys charged at her, she gripped his shirt and used his own momentum to bring him up over her head and throw him in the direction he was running anyways, causing the man to land right on the table where the guy in the tan trench was sitting. It seemed now, however, that other fights had begun to break out, and some targeting her. She sighed before leaping upwards, grabbing a hold of the rafters of the bar ceiling and pulling herself up there. "Dumbasses. . ." she muttered before running along the rafters to get out the center, she did not like being surrounded, she then dropped down once more as another guy leapt at her, aiming a roundhouse kick to his head followed up by a butterfly kick before another guy grabbed a hold of her upper arms, trying to restrain her, she threw her head back into that guy's nose before hooking a foot behind his ankle and sweeping his feet out from under him, falling back with him, and on top of him, forcing his grip to release before rolling off of him and aiming a strong punch right at his face. "I jus' wanted a goddamned drink you motha fuckas!" she said dodging to the side to avoid another punch from another guy. Fighting was going on with her and the other guys, other people and other groups and, well, this just became a cluster fuck.
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Post by Swindle on Aug 9, 2011 22:59:02 GMT -5
As the man in the trench threw back another another swig of his drink he heard what distinctly sounded like a fight starting, and a rather bad one at that. He merely shrugged, placing the drink on the table. It's not like he was involved this time, nor did he need to be. Still, just to be safe he reached into his coat, slipping his hand into a pocket and hitting a button on a small disruption device that should take out the cameras. If he did end up drawn into this fight he'd rather there be no questions due to anything camera footage may pick up. No sooner had he done this than a man landed on the table in front of him sending his drink flying and shattering against the wall, to which he let out a heavy sigh. "No surprises, no conflict... Why cant it ever just go smoothly?" he muttered to himself shaking his head.
He stood up quickly, letting the chair fall behind him and analyzed the situation. At this point there was no way to get to the exit without going through a fight, and there was no way to go through a fight without being dragged into it. Well wasn't that just lovely. He could tell one thing already though, that redheaded amazon was not someone he wanted to fight. She may be one woman but larger numbers did not necessarily mean victory. After all, he and his brothers were strongest when they were one. Well likely the best way to avoid fighting against her was to join sides with her. He reached into his coat, pulling out a pistol as a guy came up behind the woman and shot him in the back of the knee before he reached her. Yes, the gunshot would get some attention but without his guns he likely wouldn't fare quite as well. Besides, it may draw some of the attention away from the woman.
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Aug 9, 2011 23:13:11 GMT -5
Vic pushed herself back up to her feet, her gaze snapping to where the gunshot had just come from "Ballsy." she said with a smirk before turning on another guy coming at her, a backwards kick to the groin followed up by an elbow to the ribs and a round kick to the head, yea, he was going to be down pretty long. "Sorry bout ya drink by the way." she told the man in the trench coat, knowing his table had been killed by one flying person earlier. Another man came charging at her from the left, she leaned back a bit, dodging his punch though was unaware he had a knife in the other hand, a knife which hit her leather covered thigh, oh thank goodness for leather, it barely nicked the skin. She lifted one leg to hook her knee around the back of the attacker's head, one arm going down to stabilize herself as she drove the guys head to the floor, knocking him out cold on impact. She then kicked off the floor, flipping back onto her feet. "Ya know what? Fuck this!" she said as she introduced another guy to a right hook before jumping back behind the bar and grabbing a bottle of Jack Daniels before promptly crashing the bottle over the head of one poor sap who tried to follow her behind the bar.
She grabbed another bottle of booze, then another, hitting the guys coming at her with them. She then ended up grabbing a 750 ml bottle of her favored rum "Be a shame to waste this." she said opening the bottle and taking a drink from it as she grabbed another bottle of Everclear this time and more less bitch slapped an incoming attacker with it. She had her guns but she really didn't want to be firing off shots in here, after all, it wasn't as fun as a good, old fashion ass kicking. One guy ended up managing to get behind the bar and came at her, grasping her arm, she simply looked at him and spit rum right in his face, he let go pretty quickly then, screaming about his eyes before being kicked into a cooler, after which Vic simply took another sip of rum.
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Post by Swindle on Aug 9, 2011 23:51:22 GMT -5
The pistol wielding man merely shrugged at the redhead's apology. "It happens. Much more often than I'd like, honestly." As he suspected the gunshot had drawn quite a bit of attention. Drunk or not most people understood the concept that a gun could severely fuck you up, therefore it was a good idea to either take the guns out of the picture or get them for yourself, which was no doubt the intention of the small swarm of people headed his way now.
There was a definite disadvantage to the guns though, you only had a certain number of shots before you had to reload, and reloading could take valuable time you may not have. For now he let the small mob approach him, the one at the head getting close enough to throw a punch, which he quite predictably did. He ducked the punch, elbowing the man hard in the stomach as he came back up, then extended his arm and pistol whipped his friend who had come at him from the side. As he stood again another man, one who seemed to have a bit more experience in fighting, moved to hit him with a side kick, to which he simply leaned back and shot the man in the foot he was balancing on causing him to yelp and crumple to the ground as one man moved to grab his arm with the pistol from one side while another threw a punch from the other. He ducked again, pulling the one who grabbed him down so his face was in the direct path of the other's punch. He took the opportunity to glance at the woman and chuckled slightly as he saw her knocking back rum while smashing bottles over the heads of everyone who came at her. With his arm free again he swung and hit the brute who had thrown the punch in the groin with the pistol, effectively rendering him useless for the remainder of the fight. "I'd ask for some myself but I'm a bit busy at the moment." he called over jokingly.
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Aug 10, 2011 0:04:25 GMT -5
Vic chuckled at that one "Oh, I feel ya pain there man." the redhead said as another guy tried to climb up onto the bar, Vic grabbed him by the collar only to see the look of fear in his face "Tryin' to hide?" she asked the guy, who nodded quickly "A'right, there's room under the bar." she said letting him go so he could climb into the space under the bar, and out the brawl. She took another drink of rum as she moved to sit on the bar, grabbing a bottle of hot damn and crashing it over the head of a guy who was about to rush at the other dude who had started helping her. Thankfully she could get a breather here, most were focusing on the guy in the trench now, though considering he was helping her, she wouldn't leave him out to dry. She then began throwing bottle of booze at the small mod surrounding the guy, though she held onto her rum, she did not want to waste that! "Incoming turkey!!" she called out as she threw wild turkey at another guy. She had to chuckle at the other man's comment "I'll buy ya a drink later, deal?" she said with a smirk as she saw one guy try to make a grab for her gun, knocking him atop the head with the bottom of her rum bottle, it knocked him out, but it also broke the bottle "Well fuck. . ."
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Post by Swindle on Aug 10, 2011 0:37:18 GMT -5
The dark haired man smirked at the way this woman just rolled with the conversation as if they were not currently in the middle of a cluster fuck. She had style, that was for sure, and at this rate it seemed she wasn't his enemy, which was good. He was also thankful for the small barrage of bottle thinning out the number of assailants coming at him at this point. Unfortunately he had chosen the wrong moment to glance at her again as he felt a strike across the back of his head. It wasn't a very coordinated or strong blow but it still got his attention as well as knocked the glasses off of his face. He quickly reached out with his free hand and grabbed the glasses before they hit the ground and folded them single-handedly as he swung around and pistol whipped the one who had hit him. He slipped the glasses into a pocket and grabbed a second pistol that was stashed in there, aiming it to his right side and shooting an oncoming attacker in the shoulder. He then turned the first gun on another of the mob as a bottle of vodka hit the target upside the head, to which he merely shrugged and shot out the knee of the guy next to him. He heard the redhead's offer as he then moved and slammed his left pistol into the face of someone who tried to come at him from behind. "You don't have to but I appreciate the offer." he called back as he kicked another man in the chest.
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Aug 10, 2011 0:48:24 GMT -5
"Hey, I'm the one who killed ya las' drink afta all!" she said as she slung a bottle of tequila rose at another guy's head "OK, technically the guy I threw killed it, but who's countin'?" she said with a small chuckle as she spotted another bottle of the rum she liked, grabbed it, opened it, took a swig and then grabbed a crown royal bottle. She then stood up from the bar, running through the crowd, stepping on the already downed before slamming that bottle over another guy's head, saving her rum for herself and taking another swig before back kicking a guy behind her who was trying to get up. She then looked around, there were a lot of people on the ground, most the ones still standing were backing off now and she was standing next to the guy who had been helping her. She looked over to him then "Name's Vic by the way." she said before laughing a bit. "Man, hellova way to make a new acquaintance eh?" she said as one last dumbass tried to sneak up behind her, she just turned quick, a hand going to one of her guns, rum still in the other hand. She pulled the gun and aimed it right at the guy who was trying to sneak up's head "Ya wanna rethink that?" she asked him, before he turned and ran like the hounds of hell were on his heels. Vic sighed, putting up her gun and looking back at the bartender "So, how much I owe ya this time?"
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Post by Swindle on Aug 10, 2011 1:22:52 GMT -5
"Yeah, but I doubt he's going to pay for it unless we nab his wallet, which by all means we probably should after that but regardless..." He looked around at the aftermath of the fight. It seemed thoroughly over at this point, anyone with half a drunken brain would be able to look around and see that continuing would be probably the worst decision they could make at this point. He slipped the pistols back into his pockets, pulling out the sunglasses again, flicking them open casually, and putting them on before she could get too good of a look at his eyes. "Name's Sven, and trust me, I've met people in stranger ways. This one will definitely be one of the most memorable though." He noticed someone coming up behind the woman but she was quick to react and he was just as quick to back down, earning a chuckle from "Sven." He then heard what she asked the bartender. "Well if you're going to cover the damages the least I can do is cover a couple drinks."
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Aug 10, 2011 1:32:25 GMT -5
Vic chuckled a bit, looking over to Sven "Sounds like a plan to me, though, I a'ready got mine." she said, lifting the newer bottle of rum. The barkeeper just sighed, shaking his head a bit "I'll send you the repair bill, as always." he answered as he went about trying to pick up glass from the counter as the guy who hid earlier crawled out, asked if it was over and got the hell out of there. The redhead sighed, shaking her head a bit. "Man that was one hell ova party." she said, turning to walk towards the door knowing the barkeeper needed to clean up some, though she heard a loud crash of thunder as she was nearing the exit, causing the redhead to freeze in her tracks as the lights went out. "Go. . .fucking. . .figure." she said as another flash of lightning lit up the room, making her jump and almost eep. "And I gotta walk back in this shit, fuck my life man."
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Post by Swindle on Aug 10, 2011 2:10:20 GMT -5
Sven walked over to the bartender as the man who had been hiding under the bar fled, requesting a bottle of whatever the strongest stuff he happened to have left at his point was as well as another bottle of the woman's favored rum. He slipped the bottle of rum in an inner coat pocket and went to follow her out as the power went out. "This is just not your night is it?" he asked with a slight smirk. "Where exactly do you need to walk to, I could give you a ride if you'd like. Not like I'm planning to stick around here much longer."
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Aug 10, 2011 2:14:06 GMT -5
Vic looked over her shoulder at Sven then, shaking her head a bit "It's neva my night, this one jus' happened to be a huge buzz kill on top of it with an accursed thunderstorm to make things worse! And I wouldn't mind a ride, long as you don't mind my kinda, jumpin' at the thunder and lightning, my bike's at my hotel room so, kinda gotta get back there an' all. It's only five blocks east." she said, trying not to jump at the next bolt of lightning, with her buzz killed a bit, she was a little more bothered by the lightning, and due to such, she took another damned swig, hoping to get back to that relaxed point, or maybe a little farther.
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Post by Swindle on Aug 10, 2011 2:26:36 GMT -5
Sven shrugged a bit. "Well it could've been worse, you could've been without a ride." he said, his smirk growing a bit. "I know how that is though. For once I thought I was going to have a nice, problem-free night but I should know my luck better than that by now. Oh well, at least I didn't have to fight you, I doubt I'd be walking right now if that were the case." Well, okay, his real form would probably still be able to walk even if that had happened but still the experience probably wouldn't have been pleasant. But that was not exactly something she needed to know, or that anyone else around necessarily needed to know for that matter. He pulled out a set of car keys with a remote. In all truth the set of keys did absolutely nothing, it was just for show to keep up appearances. "Shall we?"
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Aug 10, 2011 2:33:50 GMT -5
"Were it not for bad luck, I'd have no fuckin' luck at all, so trust me, I know what ya sayin'." she said, nodding as they headed to his 'car' "But yea, ride'll be damned nice, I normally dun mind gettin' wet, but not like this!" she said, moving to the passenger side of the hummer to get in. "Heh, ya not the only one who would rather not fight me, I ain't exactly, well, like most." she said, leaving it at that before taking one last drink from her rum and closing it up so, well, no cops passed by to see her drinking, open container laws and all.
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