✘━━ There were moments (however few and far between they were) that Alex really just wanted to sit, breathe. He didn't want to constantly be on the go, on his toes, fighting Blackwatch scum and leaving sore and bruised. Of course he healed quickly, and the fights were often (if not always) in his favor, but that wasn't the point. He had to keep some sort of normalcy -- whatever normal was anymore for a man who had blades shoot out of his arms whenever he wanted them. Normal, for Alex at least, was sitting down at a dimly lit bar, being left alone while he choked back a few mugs of whatever they had on tap. Tonight was going to be that night.
At least, he'd planned on it being that night, the one that he stepped back from the red zone and sat down to ignore his woes and problems, where he didn't go hunting for answers... Maybe he'd find them at the bottom of the glass, worth a try. It seemed to be going that way for a time, a dull buzz behind him from the low music and the loud drunks, cool beer, grungy feel, polite enough server. All was well until the crew of Blackwatch moseyed in like they owned the place. Alex turned slightly, pulling up his hood and hoping to blend in. Five or six of them, would be easy to rip them in half; but he just wanted to finish his damn beer.
As soon as Blackwatch soldiers started causing issues, Alex rolled his eyes; they had to, they couldn't just leave well enough alone, sit around and drink. They had to fuck with everyone; God damn assholes. Unfortunately, this boy was a moron and played into their games; or playing against them. Alex wasn't exactly expecting it from the young boy, especially not when he took hold of the man's head, slamming it down against the table with bone shattering force. Alex had to turn slightly to get a good look at the guy when he stood up straight (or, as straight as one could after a hit like that) and gripped at his face. Bloody nose, looking broken, dizzy demeanor. But the boy was in for a world of hurt when the boys all stood up, grabbing for their guns.
"Put the guns down." Alex took a healthy swig of his drink, sitting the mug back down and leaning on his elbows, glaring at them out of the corner of his eye. "Now." he mumbled the words, barely audibly, but in a gruff demanding tone. One of the boys laughed, pointing at the 'drunk cop'-- oh, cute, they were mistaking him for the NYPD around here. Admittedly, they were worlds more honorable than the Blackwatch, but just like puppies they followed whatever lead they were told to. "Not a cop, buddy -- last warning." They continued to chuckle, weapons pointed at the young boy.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill him," one said, aiming his gun downward. "Just going to fuck the boy up a little, he hurt my friend and it's entirely within my rights to fire a warning shot. As long as it doesn't kill him; and he doesn't need his cock that much," barely a second after the safety clicked off, all five of the bodies hit the floor in a bloody, sticky mess. People ran, screamed, shouted and Alex simply stood, retracting his blade. Blackness encompassed his arm, and suddenly it was nothing but flesh and blood again.
"I wasn't here." Alex nodded to the server; hoping he was honorable enough to make sure to omit that little bit when the authorities came and questioned... He had just saved his life, after all -- or at least his dick. "Back exit?"
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