Revenge of the Bar Fight, All Are Welcome

[Baby_Covenant22]

(This is a non canon RP meant for all who havent RP'ed in a while to get back in touch with their writer's side, me included. Any character you have, can participate in this RP. That means ANY character, since it's non canon. However, past events in the characters' lives can be mentioned for the sake of plot progression. But please... Have a blast!)

The Rat's Ass, one of the smaller bars in New Haven, constantly smelling of drunkards and... well, rats, was seeing quite unusual business today as a cloaked figure carrying a briefcase walked in. It was nearing sunset, and the unusual chill in the month of March was getting to everybody. Wasn't the average temperature supposed to be around 43 degrees? Who cared, at least in the bar. Everyone drank themselves stupid, and the man under the hood of his cloak almost wanted to laugh. He flicked his black tail, almost wagging it, taking in the smell of good ol' liquor. This was going to be his only night out where he could actually get in at least one good drink before going back Downstairs.

He took off his hood, revealing that torrent of dark hair, that trademark black hair of his, and the shining gold eyes everyone loved. Ex usual customer Dave A. Cruxis was back, and he was going to catch up on whatever he missed up here. The wife was informed of his trip before hand, and she warned him not to take in anymore than two drinks. A husband home, half in the wrapper, was not a very good husband, or father for that matter. Dave put the briefcase up on the bar and opened it, taking out any old and useless files he found in the manor (more like his "bordom time" paper), and plopped it in the trash. All in good nature to mess with the humans' recycling laws, nothing more, nothing less. He still had a little bit of his old thug bastard left in him, regardless of a "mature noble's life."

The wolf took a seat at the nearest stool and asked Horace, the bartender, for a large mug of Bud Light. Dave looked around the whole room, at the booths and the pool tables. God, what he'd give for a bar fight... but he came here just for two drinks, and that was it.

Someone was bound to screw that up, however...

[LordItachi77]

"Oh my god," naoko mouthed to the bartender that stood next to her as she tried to keep up with the never ending train of empty glasses she needed to clean. Sure she wanted to work in a bar again, but as bartender, not a washer! It was a twist for the priestess. One wouldnt think she'd be in such a place, working such a job. But old habits die hard, and she liked working in bars. Hell, she wouldn't mind OWNING a bar one day! Looking over the densly packed bar, she knew it was a matter of seconds. People were too close, and tensions were already running high. Personally, Naoko would love to be hiding in the back right now.

[Baby_Covenant22]

"People are thirsty," Horace said to the priestess in his scratchy Brooklyn voice. "We fill up their gullets. It's how we get these. You obviously know the system... get polishin'."
The bartender slid Dave the tall mug, and the wolf grabbed it by the handle no problem. Yup, he still had it. Mid-way through the sip, Dave's eye caught a familiar sight... was that... the wolf demoness who saved his life back in the village?!

"What's wrong, Dave?" Horace asked the wolf lord.
Putting down the mug, Dave replied, "I remember her from a year ago, back in Raven Village. She saved my life as well as this other wolf girl's life."
"Ohhh... got a thing for her?" Horace asked teasingly.
"No," Dave replied casually, "I got a wife and kid now."
Horace chuckled. Ah, how demons grew up so fast. He was only human, and had only a couple of decades left. Who knew how many years Dave had left...

Horace went back over to Naoko.
"Some kid's here claiming he knows you," he spoke softly. His eye drifted out into the crowd, moving over every individual that stood there, seeing some people raise their fists at each other... and his stare stopped at one particular person... a tall, long white haired man holding a suitcase. Somehow, Horace knew that man was going to start all the trouble...

[LordItachi77]

"For real or they yanking your chain in order to try and grope me?" Naoko asked, furrowing her brow. Seriously, the mannerisms of men these days. Just the other day someone told her back up helper Tommy they knew her and when she went to check she nearly punched them through the window when one grabbed her tail as she was talking to the second one.
"You know how men like to get into a girl's graces, don't you Horace?" naoko asked slyly with a wink before leaning half out the kitchen door for a peek.
"so wheres my old 'friend'?" she asked him.

[Baby_Covenant22]

"Just look out there," Horace said, pointing to the drinking Dave, now looking over a couple of files he sneaked up here.

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The white haired man Horace had eyed, Jetmir, flicked his eyes from side to side every once in a while, his hand itching to throw the suitcase upon a pool table, flick it open and just start a huge fight. Even businessmen needed some fun every once in a while.

He walked over to the bar itself and assumed a seat on a stool right next to Dave, glancing over at the boy he had never seen once in his life, but somehow.. he knew him. Must have been the memories he stole through Naomi's genes...

"Horace," Jetmir called out in his deep cold voice. "Vodka please."

Dave kind of eyed the man next to him discretely before shrugging off the weird vibe he got from the man next to him. He sipped his beer again. Make that one beer now, if he came home drunk, Tamarah would kick his ass.

[LordItachi77]

Naoko could see the person he was talking about now. He was sitting next to a rather odd looking man, given the place he was in, but it wasn't all that bad.
"I got this Horace," She said as she got a glass and filled it with vodka. The perfect reason for here to go over there. She carried the glass over down the line and sat it down in front of Jetmir, before shifting over a bit to stand in front of Dave.
"So, what are you doing here?" she asked him, wondering if he'd remember her voice at least and look up to inspect the someone that wanted his attention.