Post by Melchior on May 13, 2007 14:36:47 GMT -5
The border region had come under the veil of night and Haikyo's automated exterior light system had kicked in, illuminating the cityscape and surrounding countryside in a blurry cloud of light. Melchior had just come from the med sector of Lowtown and a strange encounter with a nameless woman. He thought about the encounter and the strange rooftop woman as he walked the back alleyways so to avoid the smarter thugs that stalked the busier routes to gain as much as they could a night as possible.
Melchior had been walking for about a half an hour before he decided to turn into a bar. The interior matched the exterior perfectly; shady, dirty and full of graffiti. The only difference was the kind of graffiti, the outside was artistic and the inside was a collage of various kinds of suspect men that all turned and glared at him as he entered. Melchior could tell he wasn't welcome, but that did not stop him from taking a seat at the bar and asking for a drink.
The bartender ignored him and served the others at the bar. After fifteen minutes of waiting, Melchior stood and reached over the counter, grabbing the bartender by the collar of his shirt. "You know what? I don't need this shit right now and if you would kindly just give me a drink, that'd be much appreciated. If not I just might become hostile and bust something up, OK?"
Melchior was surprised by his behavior but he played it off to himself as the stress of his last few days. A few of the thugs in the bar stood from their respective tables and turned to face the scene, not moving though due to the air Melchior generally gave off. Drunk they might be but not drunk enough to mess with someone who looked like he knew what he was doing.
Melchior released the bartender and sat back down on his stool calmly, waiting for his drink.
Melchior had been walking for about a half an hour before he decided to turn into a bar. The interior matched the exterior perfectly; shady, dirty and full of graffiti. The only difference was the kind of graffiti, the outside was artistic and the inside was a collage of various kinds of suspect men that all turned and glared at him as he entered. Melchior could tell he wasn't welcome, but that did not stop him from taking a seat at the bar and asking for a drink.
The bartender ignored him and served the others at the bar. After fifteen minutes of waiting, Melchior stood and reached over the counter, grabbing the bartender by the collar of his shirt. "You know what? I don't need this shit right now and if you would kindly just give me a drink, that'd be much appreciated. If not I just might become hostile and bust something up, OK?"
Melchior was surprised by his behavior but he played it off to himself as the stress of his last few days. A few of the thugs in the bar stood from their respective tables and turned to face the scene, not moving though due to the air Melchior generally gave off. Drunk they might be but not drunk enough to mess with someone who looked like he knew what he was doing.
Melchior released the bartender and sat back down on his stool calmly, waiting for his drink.