somewhat-managed-mischief
@haletheking
They had been in the back of the pub playing pool. None aside Pedro was any decent at it. She herself was quite shit. Overall the entire bar had a nice atmosphere and some pretty decent music. Which was a rarity in itself.
But there is always that one person….
And that person was a large drunk guy who decided to fight the poor chap that sat beside him. Honestly he was the most normal looking fellow there. Jeans, t-shirt, appeared to take care of his hair…
After listening to him drunkenly threaten, call names, and ramble, Niamh felt he was ruining his evening and decided to take a stand. Which elicited a very eyebrow-raising reaction from the raven-haired dude.
“-Oy I am jus….”
The second swing was coming, and this time it was slightly better aimed. However, Niamh had her trusty billiard-cue, and she smacked the man’s arm hard enough for him to miss the fellow she was trying to help. Then she stuffed it in his face. The end of pushing his nose up.
“-Lissen’ bubba, yer ruinin’ meh night here…!” Not the least bit discouraged, the drunk, grabbed a hold of her cue and tried to pull her in. That landed him a boot to the face. Only to be followed by a girlish squeak, and Niamh who grabbed a hold of his ear, before smashing his face into the barcounter.
“-Bub, bless yer heart ‘n all. But if ya don’t hold your horses, I will catty-corner you across this room, ‘n makin’ us madder than a wet hen. Do ya see that nice feller over there?” she pointed to Pedro. A tall, scarred man, who looked like he could rip someone to pieces without batting an eyelid.
“-Now be a good man and mind your manners….Apologize to this nice gent ‘ere….”
Pedro growled, one could hear it across the room. A room which was now quite silent aside from the background music that kept on going.
@somewhat-managed-mischief
Derek had his hand halfway up to defend himself but the girl had moved even faster. He lowered his arm and watched, impressed, as she took the much larger man down, movements quick and deft in a way that hinted hunter before he recalibrated, deciding supernatural.
Her friends back by the pool table had a more obvious air of it, an aura of more dangerous than they let on, and even if the alcohol had slowed the attacker’s self-preservation instincts, he finally seemed to realize he wasn’t in a winning scenario here. He struggled again, seeming mostly for show, before grumbling out: “Fine. Just... stay away from my girl.”
The girl in question groaned, seeming embarrassed by the whole scene.
“I just said I liked his beard, you jerk.”
Derek snorted, then bobbed his head to his savior.
“It’s fine, you can let him up.” He scanned down the girl’s frame and then back to her friends, trying to decide what corner of the supernatural community they came from. “I guess I should thank you; you know how to handle yourself.”
