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Post by Joe on Mar 29, 2009 20:15:31 GMT -5
Joe eased his chair back onto four legs and stood up. Taking a drag of his cigarette he put his arm around the drunken man slurring obscenities. The man halted his swearing and looked at Joe blinking his eyes in dull confusion. "Now Palmah I do believe we owe dis man an apology." As the man looked and nodded in slight confusion Joe clapped him on the shoulder, swung around and punched the man in the face. The crack of a nose sounded in the noisy pub. Joe looked down at the man on the floor and shrugged "Sorry" before sitting back at the table and kicking back in his chair again. A smirk spreading into a very satisfied smile across his face.
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Post by Smalls on Mar 29, 2009 22:43:29 GMT -5
Her eyes danced as the scene unfolded, the booze effecting her just enough to hinder her self-preservation instinct-- really, just the way she liked it. As the other man from the neighboring table manged to get out of his seat Smalls likewise stood, grabbing Lucky's drink and downing it in one gulp. Her menacing smirk still in place, she slammed the glass back down on the edge of the table, the force of her fist sending the table top to the ground and the remaining drinks flying through the air. As one connected directly with the approaching man's face he was knocked backwards, falling back onto another table.
Within seconds the noise in the pub exploded, Smalls grinning at the madness as she dodged a bottle that shattered on the wall behind her. Glancing down at Joe she smirked, shouting through the noise, "You looked bored Joe," ducking to avoid another flying object she gestured with her thumb to the brawl behind her. "This more yoah style?"
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Mar 29, 2009 23:39:45 GMT -5
Lucky chuckled and leaned back against the booth watching the going on and tipped her beer to the man as she looked over at Smalls as her friend took her beer and downed it. Her jaw fell open, "Why you--" oh she knew she and Smalls could get into it but she smirked and gave her the bird in a joshing manner before the table flipped and the brawl irrupted.
She started laughing out loud as she ducked a few flying drinks and shook her head, "Smalls, you always know how to start a party-- come on Joe! Lets go have some fun.." Well it wasn't like she and Smalls hadn't been in jail before..
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Post by Joe on Mar 29, 2009 23:46:34 GMT -5
Joe brushed off a trickle of beer that ran down his face. "Nah, not at all." He smirked at her. "Dis is still a bit tame foah my taste." Joe crossed his arms and yawned, stretching and punching the guy next to him in the face. "Shall we up da anti?" The crowd was just beginning to fight each other. Joe stood again and whistled at a group of drunks who were beating on each others.
"Ladies!" He bowed to them. A bottle went sailing at his head as they charged him. He opened his arms to them. Only his head and smile visible to Palmer as he went under the pile of their bodies.
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Post by Smalls on Mar 31, 2009 15:41:02 GMT -5
Smalls bent over laughing at the sight of Joe completely mauled to the ground, but quickly regained her senses as a bottle flew towards the back of Lucky's head. She had to dive to get to her friend in time, resulting in both of them collapsing yet another table and only causing further chaos as more people had reason to join in. She remained on the floor with Lucky, continuing to chuckle at the situation, when a large hand suddenly grabbed her, lifting her up by the collar of her shirt and slamming her against the wall. The force knocked her briefly unconscious, which for her was most unfortunate-- missing a brawl because of a little head wound just really wasn't her style.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Mar 31, 2009 22:59:43 GMT -5
Lucky reached out and bit whoever had grabbed her friend and tried to catch her before she hit the ground, she was still chuckling as she grabbed her friend and dragged her under the table, grabbing a bottle from the table she was under to hit anyone that tried to get under her table.
"Great time to take a nap, Smalls!"
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Post by Joe on Mar 31, 2009 23:32:15 GMT -5
Joe threw the guys off him, and pulled himself to his feet. He looked down at the unconscious men at his feet and stole one of their cigarettes, taking a drag, he smirked. Punching his way through the fight, he knocked on the top of the table. "Come on loves." he dropped to a crouch and raised a hand just in case Lucky decided to hit him simply because she could. He smirked at the sight of Palmer.
"Always could sleep through anythin." He reached and swatted her face "Quick Palmah, Conlons comin."
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Post by Smalls on Apr 13, 2009 22:01:58 GMT -5
She remained unconscious.
((sorry, I just find this situation far too amusing to let it end yet. lol))
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Apr 14, 2009 2:24:38 GMT -5
((lol I think we were waiting for you to post mands)
Lucky gave a disgusted look and smacked Joe in the shoulder as she ducked a flying bottle, her eyes settling on her oldest friend, laying there. "She's gonna be pissed... Grab her!" she shouted as she broke the leg off of a chair and swung it at someone coming at her with a beer bottle.
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Post by Joe on Apr 14, 2009 13:45:05 GMT -5
"Ya think?" Joe winked and threw Palmer over his shoulder. Standing up he held out his arm and clothes hanged a guy mid charge, knocking the wind out of him and stepping on him for good measure as he walked over him. Joe smirked.
"I wanna tank all da little people dat i had to walk ovah ta get wheah i am today." He leaned over and patted the guys face, hard, before heading towards the bar. Might as well get another drink before he headed out. Palmer groaned but remained unconscious.
"No worries Palmah, I wasnt insulting youah height." he laughed at his own joke and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. Punching anyone who came close. He was beginning to rack up a hill of unconscious bodies around him.
Joe looked over at Lucky. " I knew i had dis affect on da dames but damn i'm bettah den i thought." he yelled smirking and took a swig, knocking another man unconscious with the bottle, before taking another swig.
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Post by Smalls on Apr 20, 2009 19:09:19 GMT -5
Smalls slowly began to regain consciousness, the muffled sounds of the brawl becoming more distinct as the moments passed. She quickly realized she was not on the ground and immediately began to retaliate against her captor, hoisting herself back enough to land a solid kick to the groin. Cheap shots weren't usually her style, but with her mind still clouded she was running on instinct.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Apr 22, 2009 22:44:35 GMT -5
Lucky smacked herself in the forehead and reached down grabbing her friend, "Great going, Smalls-- " she was actually laughing, Joe pegged in the balls just couldn't be helped it was great. She was laughing as she dragged her friend to her feet. "Time for us to make an exit before you get knocked out again.."
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Post by Joe on Apr 22, 2009 22:54:34 GMT -5
"Bloody Hell" Joe cursed as he dropped, threw, flipped Palmer behind his shoulder. He could care less where she landed at the moment. Hissing through his clenched teeth he took a deep shot of whiskey and brandished the bottle at the two dames. "Next time one of ya lose consciousness youah shit outta luck loves. Call Conlon's and let him get mauled by ungrateful broads where the sun dont shine."
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Post by Smalls on Apr 22, 2009 23:36:28 GMT -5
Smalls quickly regained her lucidity as she was launched over Joe's shoulder, landing with a bang on the hard dusty floor. "DAMN IT JOE!" She didn't have time for any more cursing as Lucky quickly pulled her to her feet and started shuffling them toward the door.
"Next time one of ya lose consciousness youah shit outta luck loves. Call Conlon and let him get mauled by ungrateful broads where the sun dont shine."
Smalls managed to crane her neck back to look at Joe as Lucky maneuvered her through the crowd. "Yeah? Least Conlon would take it like a man! You got ovaries you aint tellin' me about?" Nothing she said made sense at this point, but as she could barely keep herself on two feet as it was coherency wasn't expected.
"Time for us to make an exit before you get knocked out again.."
She attempted to struggle against her friend's arms, but the room kept tipping slightly and she instead ended up gripping her for balance. "I'm fine Lucky!"
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Apr 22, 2009 23:39:45 GMT -5
Lucky started laughing at Joe but shook her head and kept her friend upright, "Yep, you're just dandy but we're gonna go home and hit the hay. I got a cat to feed and the docks are scary at night I need ya to protect me.." she was teasing her really. There wasn't anything Lucky was afraid of but she often placated Smalls. This was her sister. Her best friend she'd die for this girl if she had too-- well go down swinging.
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