Wolverine : "You mess with the kid, Marko...you mess with me."
1995's Wolverine Vol.2 #93 page 18. Script by Larry Hama, art by Adam Kubert, inks by Dan Green & Mark Ryan, colors by Joe Rosas & Digital Chameleon and lettering by Richards Starkings & Comicraft.
Softly tagging @basedonconjecture and @redheadsramblings
This week's words:
Rumpus: A usually noisy commotion.
Fracus: A noisy quarrel. Synonym: brawl.
Since Tarquin x Ashur x Rook has taken over my brain, have a modern AU
Neve eyed the shot glasses lined up in front of Rook and Davrin. They were both three shots in and neither the dwarf nor the elf seemed anything but a little tipsy.
Bellara was watching them in fascination while Harding and Taash absolutely weren't making out in the corner of the booth. She heard Lucanis sigh as they watched their boyfriend order another round of shots.
"Shouldn't we maybe stop them?" Lucanis suggested as he watched Davrin and Rook clink glasses before knocking back another shot.
"May not be a bad idea," Neve conceeded.
Roccus laughter burst out from a group of drunk men at a nearby table. Neve recognized they'll as a bunch of rowdy assholes who's been harassing the servers most of the night.
"What a rumpus," Lucanis murmured with distaste as his gaze followed hers. "I am surprised they haven't gotten thrown out yet."
Just as he spoke, one of the men leaned too far into a server's space, sneering at the women. "What, think you're too good for a date with me?" He tried to grab her arm but she twisted away.
It also caught Rook and Davrin's attention. "Hey," Rook snapped, "Keep your slimy ass hands to yourself."
"Or what?" The creep barked mockingly. "You'll make me?"
"Damn right I will," Rook growled.
"Damn right we will," Davrin added with a glare.
"You can't stop me," the creep laughed and stood, drunkenly staggering towards the server who'd already started back to the bar.
"Kaffas," Neve swore as both Rook and Davrin moved faster than she thought their tipsy selves would to place themselves between the server and the asshole. "Lucanis we'll want to get them out of here before it turns into a fracus."
"Too late," Lucanis groaned as he watched Rook dodge a punch from the creep and grab his wrist to twist it behind his back.
"Ven Hedis," Neve swore again
*****
"Your damned lucky the bar owner saw you and Davrin defending the server before the brawl broke out," Neve informed Rook as she regarded the dwarf where she sat on a hospital bed, waiting to be discharged.
Rook now had a series of stitches on the left side of her face where she'd been cut with a broken bottle.
"Yeah, I know," Rook groaned, her head still aching from being shoved into a table. "Can you just take me home after they discharge me and save the lecture for tomorrow, or next week?"
"Oh, Lucanis and I aren't the ones taking you home," Neve informed her. "We have enough to deal with regarding Davrin."
Rook froze, "Oh shit, please tell me you didn't call them."
"Who else would I call but your boyfriends?" Neve asked sweetly.
At that moment the room door opened to admit a nurse, as well as two men, one with golden skin and muscular framed man with sea colored eyes and a second, leaner man with deep brown eyes.
"What the fuck were you thinking, Mercar?" Tarquin demanded.
One from the "Western Brawl" set I did some time ago. Always wanted this one to be more animated, but despite my best efforts, the animation always ended up terrible. So here's the static image instead. :)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The Preacher/Good Omens crossover no one asked for. No violence worse than the Holy Water dunks or crowbar-whacks of show Canon.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV), Preacher (Comics)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Jesse Custer/Tulip O'Hare, Aziraphale (Good Omens) & Proinsias Cassidy (Preacher), Crowley (Good Omens) & Proinsias Cassidy (Preacher)
Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Proinsias Cassidy, Jesse Custer, Tulip O'Hare, Assorted Good Old Boys, An Alarmed Waitress
Additional Tags: Genesis (Preacher) - Freeform, Cassidy Has A Past, So What If They Are Arse Bandits, Freddy Weller, Bar Room Brawl, uncanny resemblances, BAMF Aziraphale, Hellfire, smiting, South Downs Cottage (Good Omens), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Snake Crowley (Good Omens), Kidnapping, Humor, Light Angst, Domestic Fluff
Summary:
You're retired, tending your gardens on the South Downs and settling in for a deliciously uneventful eternity... when you get an ominous feeling that the Celestial realm isn't done producing uncanny infants. Next thing you know, you're crisscrossing America in search of what caused the disturbance in the ether, motels in flyover country are appallingly tacky, and who's that sleeping in the back of the pickup truck?
“Will yeh bugger off an’ leave a man be? I was scratchin’ me arse somethin’ serious and makin’ dinner plans till you two showed up.” The man hoisted himself over the side of the flatbed, landing in the bluestone with a little crunch.
“It’s not that simple. You see, we’re investigating something – “
“And,” just Cassidy went on as if Aziraphale hadn't spoken, “who the fuck is Mister String Tie here to walk around lookin’ like me?"
