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A good old fashioned bar fight
[[OOC: Please read this post first.]]
Lately, most of Sirius’s days had ended the same way. Today was no exception. After roaming the City and taking down notes, he went to The Drunken Dragon to get plastered. It had worked well for him so far, at least in his opinion. He was even getting used to the drinks.
Sirius didn’t socialize very much. Oh, he talked to Kang and Nima some but usually he sat and drank in silence. To anyone who knew him, that would have been a red flag. The second red flag was his motorcycle, sitting largely unused in the Hangar. As for the third, that would come shortly.
Sirius, however, was oblivious to the impending destruction he was about to wreak. He sat at the bar. It would be nice to say that he was quietly nursing his drink. It would be more accurate to say he was downing it as quickly as possible.
Lately, most of Sirius’s days had ended the same way. Today was no exception. After roaming the City and taking down notes, he went to The Drunken Dragon to get plastered. It had worked well for him so far, at least in his opinion. He was even getting used to the drinks.
Sirius didn’t socialize very much. Oh, he talked to Kang and Nima some but usually he sat and drank in silence. To anyone who knew him, that would have been a red flag. The second red flag was his motorcycle, sitting largely unused in the Hangar. As for the third, that would come shortly.
Sirius, however, was oblivious to the impending destruction he was about to wreak. He sat at the bar. It would be nice to say that he was quietly nursing his drink. It would be more accurate to say he was downing it as quickly as possible.
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Which is why she on your table. On your table. Good luck trying to get her off of it, she's one of those weird plastic suction cups. She has a bottle of beer in her hand.
Fortunately for you, she's not naked this time, but she's still wearing a revealing red dress. She raises her bottle to Sirius.
"To our wonderful rebel, master of all opinions," she jibs.
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Sirius rolled his eyes and gave Crematia the briefest of glances. Normally he would have a snappy come back but he lost that ability two drinks ago. He decided to go with the next best option.
"Piss off."
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"How can you say that when I am toasting your honor! Really, now, being drunk doesn't suit you. Someone needs to cut you off."
Which is why she's taking your beer and drinking it for herself.
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"That's mine." He practically snarled. His voice was uneven, making it obvious exactly how intoxicated he was (the answer was very).
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"It was yours until I made it mine," she says, a delighted trill in her voice. "Besides, you drink anymore and you will trip while seating down."
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"Give it back now." He said. His voice was low and menacing... at least it might have been if he weren't wasted. He stopped reaching for the drink and placed his hand in his pocket instead.
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"Hmmm, nope," she says with a wink. Instead she pushes her own beer. "Take mine instead."
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"Last warning."
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The red dragon makes no reply. She just takes her unaccepted drink and turns, taking Sirius' drink with her.
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Sirius had fought so many times that drawing his wand was a reflex. He didn't care that she was turning her back on him and that this wasn't sportsmanlike at all, that it was in fact rather cowardly. He was through being nice and playing fair had only got him sent to Azkaban. Not to mention he was also very, very pissed, which was why it took him longer to actually take out his wand and say the hex.
"Conjunctivitis." A shame he was drunk, the hex would have been much more powerful if he had been able to pronounce it correctly.
In Sirius's world, dragons had one weakness- their eyes. He didn't know if Crematia was lying when she had said she was a dragon. He knew it was possible for one to be in disguise as that had all ready happened on the ship. It didn't matter. If she was a dragon she'd get a nasty surprise in the form of swollen, blindingly painful eyes. If she wasn't a dragon she'd get the same nasty surprise simply because she opened her mouth when she should have kept it closed.
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Shame that he is such a weakling.
She hears him speaking a strange word - clearly a spell - and knew she has a second, maybe less, to react.
A hushed prayer and she is gone.
Or is she? She appears behind the drunkard, but this time she caste herself the spell of haste, quickening her steps should she need her speed more than her magic.
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O.K., how much had he drunk?
When he heard someone behind him he whirled around- and almost stumbled. There had been no crack of apparation and yet she had somehow managed to get behind him.
Sirius's response was rational, calm, and mature.
"The fuck?"
MAN I COULD HAVE SWORN I HAD THIS TAGGED
"Seem a little slow there. Time for you to wake up a bit."
Another spell and there's a flash of light.