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Post by Deathy on Jan 25, 2011 5:32:38 GMT -5
Jane was pulling another bottle off the wall, wild turkey this time, when Raan smashed the two bottles. Jane laughed as the glass flew, twinkling in the flashing lights of the pub, it looked like tinsel.
Sure! she shouted over the music that had changed, the beat now fast and furious like raging current Do your worst then she paused, the rim of the bottle half way to her teeth hey wait, I like this song!
Pulling the lid off the bottle she watched with amusement as he grabbed the microphone stand what you gonna do elf boy?, Sing at me? she pretended to swoon I am so scared and then mid swoon she ducked, dodging under the microphone and swinging the bottle at his head again, but the alcohol was beginning to add up.
Slipping Jane toppled over the bar, landing with a thump she rolled as her back hit the ground coming to her feet in an instant, bottle still in her hand, she looked up and grinned opps e daisy |
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Post by tehchessie on Jan 27, 2011 23:02:20 GMT -5
Jane's taunting was more than just slightly annoying she seemed to be throwing insults around trying to throw him off. As long as she keeps drinking she will get drunk and then her nerves and bodily movements won't function properly, he thought tactically. All she seemed to be doing is swigging from bottles and then ditch them at him. Rann would simply lift up and arm and block it if it neared his face. Although his arms were getting a beating it was better than his face. Raan growled as she dodged the microphone. Keep going with the drinking, he said to her in his mind knowing she couldn't hear her. With a smirk he watched her topple out the bar and he saw his opportunity to finally taunt her.
"Why not get back into the safety of the bar! At least you haqve more throwing supplies there! Or have you finally decided on some hand to hand combat? Some ADULT fighting instead of acting like an elementary student!" Raan was quite pleased with himself. He wasn't one to taunt people but he felt a little better now. Keeping his distance he dismantled the microphones added stand so it was just a long silver rod. If worst came to worst he could use it as a weapon. |
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Post by Deathy on Jan 31, 2011 5:34:50 GMT -5
Jane dusted herself off and grinned at him Come to think of it I never did finish high school she muttered to herself, watching with interest as he made himself a staff out of the microphone pole man this dudes got some style she thought, impressed with his ingenuity how’d you get through? By charming all the teachers she paused her face contorting into en expression of disgust even the Mr.’s?
Shaking her head to clean the inner cinema she sauntered over to a table, smiling at the man sitting at the table is anybody using this chair? she asked pointing at one opposite him. When the man said no Jane picked up the chair, slung it over her shoulder and faced the elf bring it tree-lover |
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