Slumming it

**Nil** · Jun 5th, 2011 10:35 AM

"Hey big guy, you mind? We watching the game here."

The bartender, who also seemed to be the owner by the way he spoke to customers, nodded towards the bouncer. He didn't seem to particularly care about the man gone missing, and if Michael wasn't going to be a paying customer he really didn't even care to have him around.

"Come on, big guy. We're closing shop today."

The bouncer was shorter than Michael, but just as well built. He motioned to the back door, rather than the entrance you came from.

Roll Wits + Empathy to read the bouncer's body language

Jun 5th, 2011 10:57 AM

Mike glanced at the bouncer as he gestured to the back door.

"My car's out front, don't worry 'bout it. I'm not here to make any trouble," he said, taking a step towards the door.

Failure

Jun 6th, 2011 07:58 PM

Richard walks inside and flashes a friendly smile. He's been around the block a few times. Walking to the bar he says "Hey bark keep can I get a bud ice or natural ice?"
He pulls a ten from his wallet and places it on the counter to pay for his order. Then he scans the room looking for any thing out of place.

"perception

Jun 6th, 2011 11:55 PM

The guy with Richard, looking like a fresh fish, pulls out a stool a comfortable distance from the ladies and asks, "Soda for me, DP if you've got it, anything with a kick of sugar if you don't. Hey, the game. Radio said it was a close one, our guys still ahead?"

**Nil** · Jun 7th, 2011 07:12 AM

"Ain't got either." the barman says, pulling a plain Bud and a Coke, regarding the two with an odd look. Neither seem to be the usual patron, but what constituted an usual patron anymore was up in the air. As long as they paid, he didn't seem to give that much of a damn.

He nods when asked how the game was going, collects the money, gives change and returns to watching.

The two entertainers instead set to get close to both cops, trying to gauge their interest for a show, seeing if they can score a few easy bucks.

Other than that, the only thing unusual is that there's no activity whatsoever going on, other than the large man leaving back to the main door followed by the bouncer.

**Nil** · Jun 7th, 2011 08:25 AM

To clarify with the other Hunters that fought Sturly. This happens in the same bar, a night or two after that shoot out, as the same night would have been risky as there would have been cops about responding to the call after shots were fired.

Jun 7th, 2011 09:04 AM

Richard opens the bottle takes a swing. The beer was warming than normal but this place was a shit hole. "Whadda expect from a pos like this." He thought silently to himself.

Richard gets up walks to the bathroom and lets his training kick in. After ensuring that no one is inside, he starts frantically searching the bathroom. He search any place a two bit crack head or a paranoid drug dealer would stash, their drugs. In the pit of his stomach this place reeked for drugs and corruption.

The location was too good, for it not to be. Out there the police were legends, things you only here about or see when its far to late to do anything about it.

Jun 7th, 2011 03:14 PM

Pass: Joe continues to sip his drink, keeping an eye on the front

**Cayce** · Jun 8th, 2011 02:58 AM

The throaty growl of an apex highway predator pierces through the bar's walls as a vehicle pulls into the bar's parking lot. For several seconds the vehicle can be heard rumbling softly under the noise of the bar, like a lion over a fresh kill, before the engine is suddenly cut off. Outside of the bar, a silver Kawasaki Ninja ZX-14 motorcycle sat next to Mike's car, its metallic paint sparkling in the neon light. It's owner, Alexis Kane, was leaning against the crotch rocket, tweeting on her phone while she waited for Daysha to arrive. Lexi was dressed in tight leather pants, a silver bike racing jacket, and a pair of matching motorcycle boots.

OOC

Jun 8th, 2011 07:48 AM

Daysha rolled up in her modified Dodge Charger. She had on her typical clothing, normal jeans, shoes equipped for running or taking a blow, a reinforced leather jacket and navy blue blouse. Her hair was down this time, so she didn’t look so…bitchy. She could blend in well in this environment, well practically any environment.

She pulled up next to Lexi. Her trunk was full of…toys, just in case. A new combat knife (thanks Dad) was sheathed on her leg properly and Woody was in a loop next to her glock, securely under her jacket.

“Blah blah vampire emergency blah blah.” Daysha said to Lexi and nearly cracked a smile. “So what’s going on tonight? I thought we were doing this tomorrow night?”

“Nice bike.” She looked around. “Where’s Cal? Did ya borrow his pants?” She gave a muted laugh, no smile. “I mean they’re hot and all, but Cal could barely get his … piece out when he wore his tight jeans last time.”

Good thing she made Doug get text messaging, even though he protested. Who knows when she may need to dial a dad, although she hoped they could handle themselves this time. At least Nimrod, Ramride...Ramiro wasn't there to play shoot'em up. Idiot.