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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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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.