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asgardmeridiem2013-05-20 03:02 pm
ex_outofcontrol435) wrote in asgardmeridiem2013-05-20 03:02 pm
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[open] if you don't shut your mouth, you're gonna feel the floor.
Who: John Allerdyce and, perhaps, you.
What: Crossing the line and getting his ass fired.
When:Night 267
Where: Baldr, either at the bar or wandering.
Rating: PG-13 for John's mouth and potential violence, will mark up if needed.
[They knew that he drank on shift. They knew that he mouthed off customers and occasionally even told them to get right the fuck out of the bar. But they were strapped for employees, so they held onto him.
Until he got extremely loaded on this particular evening and started - or attempted to start - a fistfight with his boss. The large, burly man had just enough colour to be angry, so he joined in gladly, and it got to the point where Pyro had to pull his knife. One long cut up his boss's bicep later, Pyro's ass was out on the street.
You can find him:
A) Standing in the open doorway of the small bar, hollering abuse at the owner/bouncer who just threw him out, his arms and face badly bruised and a slight list to his walk;
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B) Wandering through Baldr with a fresh bottle in his hand, a steady stream of muttered annoyance trailing behind him. There may be shadows of bruising left, but they'll be hard to make out in the darkness.
It's hard being Pyro, damnit. So much manpain, so little time.]
What: Crossing the line and getting his ass fired.
When:Night 267
Where: Baldr, either at the bar or wandering.
Rating: PG-13 for John's mouth and potential violence, will mark up if needed.
[They knew that he drank on shift. They knew that he mouthed off customers and occasionally even told them to get right the fuck out of the bar. But they were strapped for employees, so they held onto him.
Until he got extremely loaded on this particular evening and started - or attempted to start - a fistfight with his boss. The large, burly man had just enough colour to be angry, so he joined in gladly, and it got to the point where Pyro had to pull his knife. One long cut up his boss's bicep later, Pyro's ass was out on the street.
You can find him:
A) Standing in the open doorway of the small bar, hollering abuse at the owner/bouncer who just threw him out, his arms and face badly bruised and a slight list to his walk;
or
B) Wandering through Baldr with a fresh bottle in his hand, a steady stream of muttered annoyance trailing behind him. There may be shadows of bruising left, but they'll be hard to make out in the darkness.
It's hard being Pyro, damnit. So much manpain, so little time.]
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Still. That bruising makes him pause, and he glances behind him, almost as if to see if anyone is watching, before he moves forward. It looks for a moment as if he's going to pass by the two arguing people, but at the last moment, he falls in step behind Pyro and grabs at his elbow.]
Sorry, [Isaac finds himself mumbling to the bouncer, his fingers digging into Pyro's arm a little painfully in warning. Please, do not make him regret this.] -my friend's had a little much. I'll take him home now.
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Almost.]
Asshole said he was gonna fire me. Best fucking bartender they have. We'll see how you do now, you sack of shit!
[That's when the switchknife in his other hand glints in the light, still open and now being waved around. Might want to disable that before Pyro makes an oopsie.]
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Speaking of shadows, Isaac finds himself incredibly pleased to have that certain ability, and he reaches out to them, utilizing his own shadow that crawls down along Pyro's arm, separate from Isaac's movements entirely. The dark fingers wrap around Pyro's wrist, holding it in a tight grip and trying to force his hand down.]
Yeah, yeah, we know, everyone is going to regret messing with you. Sorry sir, I'm taking him home.
[Come on dude, please don't make this any worse than it needs to be.]
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You Hel dickheads... [But it's enough to pacify him, at least for the time being. He lets himself be dragged away, still muttering under his breath about Shadow Control and Body Control and all the psychos in Hel along with other things that can barely be made out.
His bruises are fading already, though, and the pained, injured shuffling has gotten a little closer to drunk shuffling.]
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Where do you live?
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Whoa. Sorry, Dude.
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Thirsty?
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Sure. So what's the celebration?
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[That gets a harder, longer laugh than it really deserves.]
Gotta sit, though. [He glances around, looking for a bench nearby. They're not really near the park, so his usual drinking spot seems to be out for now.]
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[At his declaration, she starts looking around for a spot as well.]
All right, come on, Tough Guy. [She's going to just go ahead and slide her arm around him and steer him toward a bench.]
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B.
What are you grumbling about now?
[Guess who's now walking up beside him and linking her arm with him.]
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You stalk me or something?
[This close, the last shadows of two black eyes are visible on his face, but they're shrinking fast.]
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[A beat and she reaches up to brush her fingers against his face, instantly concerned.]
What happened?
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Me and the boss got in a fight. [Assuming she's been to visit him before, she'll know how huge his boss (and the owner of the bar) is - big enough to double as bouncer.] I cut him, and he got pissed. Christ, I can't even feel 'em anymore, it's nothing.
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[She can't even keep the exasperation out of her voice as she pulls her arm away from his as she rubs her hands down her face.]
Thank god you can heal.
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The heels are a bit of a pain, though, especially when she notices a certain fire-wielding mutant and has to speed up to catch up to him.]
Pyro? Hey, Pyro!
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Euri. [Only the very last of his bruises and scrapes are visible, most prominently under his eyes, where he appears to have gotten two matching shiners. He's also giving off a definite air of ticking time bomb.] On another date?
[He leers at that, even though he gave up the whole 'Euri sleeps with EVERY BOY' thing quite awhile ago.]
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That thought is put on hold at this question, though. And for a split second she isn't sure what he means.]
Huh?
[But a quick glance downwards and it clicks. She frowns.]
I was at work. What were you doing?
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[He tosses a dirty look over his shoulder.]
Don't need them anyway. I can do better. [A long swig from the bottle.] What kinda work requires a dress like that, anyway?
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[But oh, that isn't what she's focusing on.]
... Did you just get fired?
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A!
He watches for a moment, first thinking it's simply a barfight, none of his business and no help needed with the bouncer there to break it up. Then it becomes clear that the half-beaten guy was the bartender, and sees the cut on the bouncer's arm, and suspects that it might escalate further.
Connor sighs -- he really shouldn't get himself into this shit. He steps into the light and walks up to them casually.]
Hey. Problem?
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Hey - HEY! I'm not done with you! [The knife in Pyro's hand glints in the faint light as he raises it, now threatening a closed door. Considering the state he's in, it's not all that scary, knife or no.]
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It sorta is, if you're waving a knife on the street.
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Hel. You dicks are always sticking your noses where they don't belong.
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