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Post by AKANE NUMARI on Mar 28, 2012 12:20:35 GMT -8
Akane Numari If there was anything Akane hated most, it was kicking the drunkards out of the bar late at night before closing up. Usually, it was Ricky who did that - the head bartender. He had a firm personality and even firmer hand. He was good at getting the idiots to leave so they could close up shop. Sure, most of the men left were usually humans, - werewolves were more cautious about getting that wasted - but sometimes, a young wolf would end up in the mix.
And let's just say a young teen werewolf that is drunk is no fun to deal with.
Sighing for the hundredth time that night, Akane glanced at the clock. Nearly midnight. It was about time to close up. A few guys still hung around the bar, but most of the drunks were seated - more like sprawled - around the tables, half empty mugs in their hands or a burnt out cigarette sticking from their mouths. Making her way around the bar, Akane began clearing them out. "Alright, time to go. Up and at 'em you lugs." she pushed one of the regulars, a biker named Davis, into a sitting position and moved on to the next guy. "Don't fall into a ditch on your way home." she told some of them as they rose and stumbled to the door, swaying like wheat grass in the wind once they got to their feet. Davis stood, more tolerant of the beer than many of the other patrons who frequented the bar.
Go figure.
The one guy she knows the most ends up being the most trouble. "Akane," Davis said, his words dragging on her name in a way that she didn't like. She turned to look at him after she'd shoved another drunk to his feet. He grinned. "When are you going to come over to my place, hmmm?"
"Are you still goin' on about that, Davis? I've told ya before. No." she said with a sigh and swiped up a few empty mugs and headed back for the bar, intent on putting the hard, wooden counter between her and the werewolf.
He was such a pain, but this time, she felt a slight wave of unease. Davis made his way to the bar, cutting in front of her before she could get behind it. "Oh c'mon. Don't be so stuck up." he breathed, and she grimaced as she smelled the whiskey on his breath.
She bared her human teeth.
"Out of my way, mutt." she growled, bringing up the power of the werewolf to strengthen her words. He was not messing up her night. No way in hell. She went to go around him, but her words had made him angry, and he grabbed her wrist, pushing her back against the counter. He opened his mouth to say something, but she lashed out, kicking him in the shin. He yelped, but didn't let go.
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Post by MERLE E. WALLIS on Mar 29, 2012 6:04:27 GMT -8
Merle wasn't a regular at this particular bar. He was simply a regular at all bars. It depended where he felt like going. He didn't like to stay at one place too often. He didn't want people to know him. Mostly, he kept to himself. He ordered the same thing, for the most part. Some whiskey in a glass, no ice. He'd drink it slowly. Some men would down the whole thing, but not him. He savored the feeling of fire down his throat and in his belly, and then the warmth it lent to his limbs. He drank one drink, then a coke, and waited there until he felt ready to leave. He watched, chin down and eyes up, as Akane dealt with some unsavory bar patrons. Interesting, he thought. She had told him to leave, but he made a motion that he wanted to stay to finish his coke that was already done, but all he wanted was to finish his time here before. He enjoyed the smoky air, the felt top of the pool table, the slur of drunks that provided the ambiance. Perfect, it was. Though, this late, it was like everything was muted. Just the way he liked it. This bar was one that closed earlier than the ones he frequented, which was why he chose to stick around for a few minutes more.
Teeth clinked against ice as he finished the last sips of coke just to pass the time. Mr. Wallis had the patience of a predator. He waited for his bartender to return, so that he could give her the coke and go home. So, he watched with a look of mild interest as the drunk biker flirted ineffectually with the lovely biracial woman. Well, a normal woman as far as Merle could tell. He was human and, to him, so was everyone else. Then, the guy had to grab her. Merle didn't care that there was a fight, he had a cool indifference to violence—it was frightening that he did. After a drink, Merlie felt that he had less inhibitions; he was a bit more rash and foolish. He felt like it was time for holiday. Holiday from being a mild-mannered gravedigger. Then again, that would have sounded better if he was a photographer for a newspaper. It made Merlie smile at his own joke in his head.
He stood up, calmly brought his empty glass to the table, making no signs that he was going to do anything. Merle wasn't being a hero, not really. He was just annoyed with the fact that the woman said no and now there was fight and he was ready to leave now. Also, he really, really, was itching to use the revolver he brought to the bar. He wasn't supposed to have a concealed weapon, but he didn't care. And, with a lightning draw of the gun, he pointed it at the man harassing the young woman, who was now complaining about his shin.
"Let her go," Merle said with a dominant tone. He chuckled. "Because I really, really want to shoot you, and am looking for a reason, you know?" His face looked too calm for him to be kidding. And, if he realized the truth of what the both of them were, that they were werewolves, it was highly likely he wouldn't have changed his tune. He felt like shooting at the moment. Besides, werewolf or not, being shot in the face tended to do damage. |
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Post by AKANE NUMARI on Mar 29, 2012 11:32:22 GMT -8
Akane Numari Oh, why had she decided to let that human stay a little longer?
With the nose of a gun pointed at Davis's face, the man - whether or not he was playing the hero - was clearly ready to shoot someone, but if he shot Davis, things would go to hell. Yeah, it would hurt like hell to get shot in the face, but unless that gun was loaded with silver, the male werewolf would make a pretty quick recovery. "And what are you going to do with that, eh?" Davis shot the human a toothy grin, his eyes suddenly darkening.
Aw, shit.
Akane pushed Davis on the shoulder. Hard. He stumbled a little and snapped his eyes around to glare at her. She scowled at him, her eyes flashing. The last thing they needed was some human finding out what they were. That was the number one rule, and he had just been about to break it.
Turning away with a grunt, Davis made his way to the door. "I hope you fall in a ditch." Akane muttered sourly, picking up the two mugs from the floor that she'd dropped - they hadn't shattered, thank goodness - and going around behind the bar. She let out a sigh. That had been close. Too close. Davis wasn't careless about the laws, but sometimes he would get a little out of control. Him flirting with her wasn't out of the ordinary, but his actions tonight were not his usual. "Put that gun away before you shoot an expensive bottle of liquor." the raven-haired girl said, glancing at the human male. That was the closest she'd probably get to an actual 'thanks'.
She didn't mention the fact that he wasn't even supposed to have a gun.
Even so, she didn't order him to leave again. She still had another half hour or so of cleaning up to do - jeez, men were pigs! - and only then could she lock up and go home. As far as she was concerned, he could stay here until she left, as long as he paid for any more drinks he wanted.
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