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Post by begad on Jun 5, 2016 5:47:21 GMT
"Well," said Ormen, once again taking a quick break from chatting at Shura and giving the newcomer a patronizing looking smile. "Is the Eater of Flesh also an Eater of Bar Peanuts, or maybe a Drinker of Beer? I can serve you whatever you like, as long as you're also a Payer of Money too."
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Post by 1ring42 on Jun 5, 2016 6:05:15 GMT
Artemis rolled her eyes at the thunderbird as he rattled on about his ridiculous titles. Finally, she decided it had to stop. The self important prick was getting on her nerves. "Yeah well I don't need five million grandiose self inflicted titles. My name is Artemis Montoya and my actions speak loudly enough for themselves thank you very much."
She really couldn't stand the self important prick so she decided to go for the verbal jugular. Her voice turned cold and mocking as she berated him. "and I'm guessing all those pieces of jewelry are supposed to be medals? Did you slap a new one on and add a new title every time you take a shit?"
She struck a pose and shifted her voice so she was obviously mimicking him."Ah that was a lovely evacuation I dub myself rider of the storm with this lovely pearl necklace."
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Post by thecountalucard on Jun 5, 2016 6:47:27 GMT
Monty was in the process of producing a wrinkled $5 bill from the inside lining of his cloak for the bartender, when she spoke.
Thoroughly disarmed, he spins from Ormen to Artemis angrily, right hand diving to his waist, where a ponderous-looking truncheon of metal-banded wood hangs by a strap. He does not yet pull it free, but his grip tightens around it until his knuckles go white. All three, he decides.
His left hand lashes upward like a striking snake, to deliver a slap to the face of this spoiled sow, she who pretends to be a goddess. He checks his blow somewhat, but given the rings on his hand it is still probably enough to bloody her face.
Whether it hits or not, that bit of violence restores his ability to speak. "I-I demand satisfaction. Outside, no weapons, in two minutes?"
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Post by 1ring42 on Jun 5, 2016 7:24:21 GMT
Artemis' hand flashed up and caught his wrist inches from its target. Her face grew hard and she moved her other hand from the baton holster on its side. Seeking to impress her point on the jerk, she dug her thumb in between the bones of his wrist, a pressure point she learned from her early years of growing up with siblings.
She held her grip on him as she finished her drink and only then did she turn back to the interloper. She spoke as she gazed directly into his eyes, Her voice and eyes as cold and hard as the steel she carried on her back. "Ain't you ever heard? It's rude to hit a lady." She gave a final squeeze and let go. "I think you owe me an apology. Luckily I accept payment in words or scotch."
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Post by thecountalucard on Jun 5, 2016 11:15:07 GMT
He lets her hold his wrist, though he does not wince or cry out. Let her think she's ahead.
"But insulting a man, his name, his possessions, that's okay? Considering my blow did not land, and your words did, I think your apology is more necessary than mine."
He also neglects to mention that the fiver is all the money he has.
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Post by darkduran on Jun 5, 2016 11:40:11 GMT
It has been a long day for Orli. It wasn't her idea to come to this convention and she's coming around to the idea that she's sorry that she did. Oh, sure, she's surrounded by a buncha friggin' nerds that dress strange and act stranger, but that's not really what's got her on edge. It's the looks she's getting, like she's an object. It's unnerving at best and really creepy at the worst. More then once she's had to tell someone to back the fuck off today. So she's decided to take the 'edge' off with a few at the bar.
She's not twenty-one, but she has a driver's licence that says she is.
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begad
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Post by begad on Jun 7, 2016 16:37:00 GMT
Sighing, Ormen put a scotch in front of Artemis. "There, will that placate you?" he asked wearily. "I mean, I'm alright with you spilling his guts, but I'd appreciate it if you let him pay first." Ormen turned to Orli with a smile. "Sorry, I'm not serving as nearly as many drinks as all this suggests. Need something yourself?"
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Post by 1ring42 on Jun 7, 2016 19:35:47 GMT
Artemis glared at the thunderbird. "Not in the least. After all your blow would have landed if I didn't catch it. And I assume it wan't no love tap either, while I didn't do nothing but drain that big ol' ego of yours like a boil."
Artemis grinned at the bartender and raised her glass at the thunderbird. "Thanks for the apology." She downed the shot in one go.
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Post by thecountalucard on Jun 8, 2016 1:36:01 GMT
Monty's eyes whip from warrior-woman to bartender and back, watches as Artemis drinks the apology-scotch. "All is resolved, then? Just as well. I'll have a beer."
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Post by darkduran on Jun 8, 2016 2:51:37 GMT
Flashing her driver's license, Orli slips onto a stool, giving a glance around her. "You got Milwaukee's Best?" No self-respecting bar ever carries 'the Beast', but it's the brand consumed in the Sperling household... cheap, dirty, and can peel paint if you let it. A proper working-class beer. Or a working lack-of-class beer, some would say. "So what's news?" She asks of the tender.
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Post by begad on Jun 11, 2016 1:33:14 GMT
Ormen frowns a little and digs around under the bar. There is a long clinking of bottles and glasses until he finally reemerges with the bottle, pouring some out for Orli. "Well, not much aside from near fights and that girl always flashing her weapons at everyone," he said. "Mostly just convention watching at this point."
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Post by 1ring42 on Jun 11, 2016 13:27:46 GMT
Artemis finished her drink and set down what she owed for everything she consumed,except that last scotch.
"Sure whatever. Just remember, I'll be watching you. Maybe you'll learn to chill out."
She turned and left, heading for the nearest exit. She really needed a smoke.
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Post by darkduran on Jun 11, 2016 22:15:04 GMT
At the reply, Orli gives a quick glance over at Artemis, already leaving. She leans forwards, lowering her voice a little. "Just so we're clear, when you say 'weapons', what you really mean is..." She grabs her breasts, giving them a pair of demonstrative squeezes, "...right?" She grabs the beer and throws back a gulp. Then frowns at it; she's so used to drinking bad beer that okay beer tastes funny to her.
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Post by thecountalucard on Jun 12, 2016 0:55:45 GMT
Monty manages to ignore Artemis' parting remark as he waits for his own beer. The thunderbird eyes Orli's self-groping from a sidelong angle, but also sizes her up. Another fighter. Hmm. "If only." He turns to face her more fully, interested in what he sees. "Are you enjoying the convention? Lots of fun characters here."
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Post by begad on Jun 12, 2016 18:40:38 GMT
Ormen laughs at that. "Well... why don't you go ask her? I'm sure that she'll be very amused..." he says to Orli. "I would have enjoyed it a lot more myself if exhibitionism was all she was interested in."
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