asgardmeridiem | [open] if you don't shut your mouth, you're gonna feel the floor.

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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;

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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[He scowls, pulling his head away.]

I got in a hit, anyway. He'll need some stitches before he goes home.

[She drops her hand with a slight sigh. Well, he needs to get cleaned up, so with her grip still on his arm she's going to start leading him back to his place.]

Were you drinking before this fight started?

[He stumbles, then falls into stride with her, shrugging carelessly.]

Yeah, so? S'not a busy bar. Gets boring. They never noticed.

[Good boy. Thankfully Baldr house isn't that much longer of a walk.]

I'm pretty sure drinking on the job is a really bad idea, especially when you actually get drunk.

It's a bar. How else do you get through a shift? So many losers and drunks...

[Good time for him to tug on her grip and get her to stop as he suppreses a wave of nausea.]

I - I bet they all do it. He just picked on me 'cause I'm not one of them.

[She stops, watching him with renewed concern. She'd really rather not see him vomit again, so she's going to rub his back soothingly.]

I think you should sober up before you start making accusations.

I don't give a shit. It's not like I'm going back.

[When a bit of the colour returns to his face, he stands up straight and starts walking again.]

There's better jobs here, just have to find 'em.

[And away they go. She smiles faintly.]

You could always apply at the bar I work at.

[That's mostly a joke, he's drunk for crying out loud.]

[He glances at her, giving the dress a once-over again, and snorts.]

Doubt it, if I'd have to dress up that much. Can you see me in a suit?

[She gives him a soft chuckle.]

Bartenders don't have to look that nice. Just a buttoned up shirt, that kind of thing.

I'll check it out, anyway.

[Because of potential job, and because her voice was so unearthly and strange in those dreams, he wants to hear it again. But he won't admit that side of it.]

Whoa, hold up. [Time for some more bending over and deep breathing.]

Sure, sure.

[She comes to a stop, rubbing his back again. She isn't expecting it, but if he does actually get a job there she would be able to help keep him in line.

... Or at least stop drinking while on the job.]

Are you going to be alright?

Fine. [It's abrupt, though, and followed by an ominous gurgling in his throat. He just has to breathe through it, he's not throwing up again...

... sure enough, it passes eventually, and he's able to right himself again.]

You don't think you're not a witch here, right? Just 'cause you can't do anything with it?

[Out of left field, but not after some of the discussions he's had here.]

[Definitely out of left field. She blinks at him, guessing it's the drunkenness that's brought this on. She can't imagine him being sober and asking that.]

I'm still a Witch.

- Half. You know.

[She hesitates, then continues.] Not being able to use my magic doesn't suddenly mean I'm completely human.

Why doesn't anyone else get that? Even people who're like us figure they should just let go of everything and be "normal" for awhile. It's sick.

[His hands ball into fists. That talk with Isaac impacted him more than he realized, and seeing him again tonight just reinforced it. It's like Rogue all over again, so self-pitying and scared by their own existence because they could hurt people. Sick.]

[He must have been talking to someone else....]

I think those kinds of people are the ones who want to be normal to begin with. So if they get the chance of course they'd jump on it.

If you can't, that's just a waste of time. Man up and start learning to work with what you got.

[Of course he felt it, for a little while. Twelve years old and just deserted by his parents. But once he met others like him and learned what mutation really meant, it passed quickly.]

"Normal" people are the ones who've always come after us anyway, so why would you ever wanna be that?

Honestly... I don't know.

[There's only a short pause before she starts explaining.]

Back home 'normal' didn't mean being human, it meant being a Witch. And that meant being clever and strategic and powerful.

A Witch would never want to be human. Humans are weak and frail and stupid, and inferior in every way to a Witch.

[He can't help but laugh.] I love it when you talk dirty to me.

[It doesn't last for too long, though.]

And if humans hunted you guys - I know, you're too powerful, but just go with it - would you forget all about that just 'cause you didn't have your witch powers? If one that you knew had hunted you was here?

[That gets a giggle out of her, and she's smiling as they head into Baldr house.]

Definitely not.

[She's curious, now. As far as she knows there isn't anyone from Pyro's world here who fits that description, so it can't be about him.]

... Is there someone like that here?

He's pathetic. But he was turned, not born like he is, so maybe he'll just never get it.

[Pyro can wash his hands of Isaac. There's others, like Calliope, who are getting the message.]

If Stryker turned up here, I'd keep killing him until the gods got sick of reviving him and sent him home. Even if it was all I did, I'd kill that fucker as much as it took.

That's probably it. It's one thing to be born not human, it's something else to be changed later.

[Geez that's morbid. But despite her hesitation towards murder, she can't deny that would be one of the few times where it'd be tolerable.]

I wonder how long that would take.

Doesn't matter, I'd enjoy every second.

[Now that they're in the house, he leads her to the kitchen and starts trying to make coffee. He knows he's got to sober up or be sick, as much as he doesn't usually care about things like "getting too drunk." Unfortunately, he's having a bit of trouble remembering how coffee works.]

Four scoops - or five?

[She's going to nab a washcloth and tea towel while he does that.]

Um... I don't drink coffee very often. Whatever you're having is fine.

Nothing wrong with strong coffee.

[He puts in an extra scoop and spills a good deal of water on the counter, but manages to get it brewing.]

What're you doing?

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