Just Another Night in Nantes {DEATHY/open}

[forte]

This town... This town. There weren't really words to describe how John Westerfield felt about this town. He wasn't too fond of it, thus far. Then again, he wasn't too fond of anything. At least not any more. He'd been fond of a lot of things before - girls, sunlight... farms. Windmills, he recalled that he had really liked windmills and model airplanes. Those things like the pale, ethereal likings of someone who was long dead. He wasn't dead, though, he had just become Elite Forces, and that was pretty much his life now. His life was an assignment, getting rid of those... creatures... that had destroyed his brother. Destroyed his life. It was pathetic, really, but it was all he could do to right the wrongs that had been done to him. Done to them both.

He sat down at the bar, his regulation weapons still on him, the pistol strapped on his hip, the taser on the other. He wasn't sure which he would be using more, to be honest, but he felt better with them on even if it was completely obvious that he was EF. Let the rebels come to him, he'd give them something they'd never forget. He'd avenge the destruction of his brother if it was the last thing to do... Oh, goddamn it, he needed a drink, though. He had a splitting headache, and he was all messed up emotionally as well. He wasn't sure how he felt about all this, and he wasn't sure he even wanted to know. So a drink was the altogether better option, really. A stiff one. Yeah, that would make him feel a lot better. The thought of it was good.

"Barkeep!" he snapped across the counter, looking for the slacking soul, wherever they were. As if he ought to be the center of the show now. Even though really he just wanted a drink and wanted it fast. "Get me a bourbon, straight. Strongest brew you've got... No, I don't care, just look lively about it, would you?" He sounded very impatient, which was a pretty good description of how he actually felt right at the moment.

[tehchessie]

Raan sat leaned against the back of the bar watching the lights turn and run up the walls. The music was blaring as it always was. To him it seemed like a repeat just like every night. Not that he was bored of it, just they needed new music and he didn't dare approach his boss after his previous dilemma. With a sigh he tilted his hat forward covering his eyes. No one wanted a drink yet so he was safe to sit there and do nothing.

"Barkeep!"

[/b] Came a very demanding voice.
Raan tipped his hat back with his thumb and peered over the bar to see a man sitting there ordering a drink when there wasn't a barmen near him. He took the liberty of serving the man because it was the only gentlemen thing to do. Pushing off his leaning post he walked over to the man and pulled out a small glass.
"Certainly, Sir." He turned and took an unlabeled bottle of bourbon from shelf behind him and poured it gently making sure not to spill it. With a smile he twisted the bottle around in his fingers and placed it back on the shelf where he had gotten it. "Enjoy, Sir. Shall I keep them coming?"
Raan took the time to access the man. Blonde hair, tanned. He immediately thought surfer guy but as his eyes trailed to his belt he saw a gun and taser. Human definitely and judging by the weapons he's EF Just what he needed another Elite Force member in the club. He had served one just the other day that had challenged him to a fight. The pitiful humans of the EF were not people that Raan tolerated but if he was drinking for his bar then he would have fun with it. I wonder what an Elite Force member looks like drunk A cheeky smile played over his lips. He took a step back and leaned on the back counter again waiting to serve him another drink. Just as he was about to ask the man a question another voice sounded. Another customer.[/blockquote]

[Deathy]

yo! Mister elfie! Jane shouted as she walked into the bar one of those chill drink things! she said making a cup shape with her hands you know, the one that you said would burn going in and burn coming out?
Dressed on combat gear, with a large skinning knife at her belt Jane looked positively lethal tonight as she slid into the seat next to John, placing a dollar on the bench as she did so.
Out of the corner of her eye Jane noted the weapons on the man sitting on the stool next to her, with his depressed expression Jane wondered if it was safe for him to have those. Then she shrugged, who was she to comment, after being accused of being insane by more than fourteen hundred people, Jane’s own sanity had long since gone under for questioning.
Jane leaned over to look at what the man was drinking names Jane, what are you drinking? she asked, Jane was always on the look out for new things to swallow, it was a hobby; If a liver damaging one.
Turning to Raan she put another dollar next to the first one, I’ll have one of those too she said pointing to the glass.

[RacingBelle]

Tonight was all about business. I was dressed in black, just for tonight. I think Jisa thinks that I'm becoming her. In a way that might be true... I shook my head. As I said tonight was all business. I focused on the small, bulky figure I was following. Insane lady. She was mighty careless about not being followed. I decided it was time that I messed with her. The Black Cat. Wasn't that a bar? All righty then, here's the plan: I wait till she's dead drunk and then mess with her head. I chuckled softly. This was gonna be awesome. Then I could slip away into the night without anyone knowing. I wriggled my right foot around until I felt what I wanted to feel. Good. My pocket knife was there. I didn't know what it could do against the usual weapons EF cops carry around but it was reassuring. Reassuring that I had more than hooves and teeth on me. Because I couldn't always fight as a shifter. I would have to put some of that sparring session with Jisa to use sometime. I watched as insane lady walked into the bar and I waited ten seconds. Eight, nine, ten... I walked in. Immediately I headed for the darkest corner of the bar where I could stake out. I was just in time to hear insane lady's name. Jane. Humph. Alright Jane, you and me. Wait. I caught a glint of a gun. It wasn't Jane. It was the dude next to her. Oh great you've got more than you've bargained for, Ash! I could tell who an EF cop was, I've messed with them for long enough to recognize one. Two cops one of me though...I sensed a Supernatural. If a fight came, which it would, maybe they would help. I hope so. Let the games begin!

[forte]

"Oh, yes, do," John said, slightly appeased, to the barkeep, fingering the glass carefully, looking over the barkeep with a protective, irritated, violent edge to his movements. He picked up the glass and kicked back a large sip, feeling the fire chase down his throat to his belly. It was good, better than the dull, fatalistic feeling that had been there before. Probably quite expensive... but what did he care? Did it even matter any more? Being an EF payed well, because any job that required risking one's life had to pay well. Of course, it would pay more once he actually brought down a supernatural. And he would, he swore it on his brother's memory... Mack... He was dead to John now, transformed into something grotesque and inhuman. Why did the supernaturals have to ruin their lives? Throw away a perfectly good future? John kicked back another sip of bourbon, trying to forget.

He looked over at the woman - Jane - who came to sit beside him, his eyes gravitating to the knife. And a girl - was she old enough to be here? Oh... what did he care anyway... Who came shortly after her. Jane looked human, but one could never be sure. But the knife seemed a very EF thing to be carrying, and the combat gear looked legitimate - sometimes one had to get down and dirty with these things, and he wondered if she was on his side. Probably, the way she approached him like that. When she asked what he was drinking he cradled with glass with one hand, as if afraid that she might try and take it. "Bourbon," he replied, "Name's John." He looked up at the Barkeep - who she'd called "Elfy" - again. Now that she mentioned it... he did look a bit elvish around the ears... Could he be a supernatural? Probably not, if he was allowed to work here... Scum of the Earth, the supernaturals. He downed the rest of the drink and gave Raan a meaningful glare.

[tehchessie]

Raan nodded at the Elite Forces man and then walked two steps to the other Elite Forces Member. Jane if he recalled. It had only been a few days hadn't it? And she still wanted drinks from him how nice.
"You must be talking about the Bell Peppers." He smiled taking the dollar she slammed on the table. "Such a big drinker still, I see."
Raan had decided not to bother with manners or polite terms with her. To him they were closer than that. Enemies but an acquittance as well when it came to booze anyway. And anyway if she was to call him Elfie she had no right to share the luxuries of his polite manners. He grabbed the bright red drink and poured it into a fancy glass and placed it in front of her then pulled out two more glasses to fill with bourbon. Once the glasses were full he placed them one in front of the man and the other in front of Jane. Enjoy. Raan took a step back to give them the leisure of talking in private and looked around. Anymore EF scum here? he questioned as he looked around. The only person he saw that stood out was a young girl, most likely still a teenager. A smile played on his lips. Super natural. Raan listened intently as the the two EF's spoke. John was the others name. He seemed almost like he was an alcoholic, protecting his alcohol and most likely worrying she might steal it. He found it hilarious but reframed from laughing. I wonder what tonight will bring, with the EF's here i hope it will be interesting.
"Mind if i have a drink." he said not waiting or wanting a reply.
Pulling a glass out he poured himself a straight tequila. He lifted the glass up to them with a menacing smile and tipped it in his mouth. The burning feeling was just wonderful. Alcohol wasn't nice unless it burned. He then grabbed a new glass bigger this time and made himself a purple drink, a mixture of three drinks and flavouring. Like before he lifted it up but not at the EF members at the young girl at the back of the room trying to seemingly be inconspicuous.

[Deathy]

Jane nodded her head in time to the music, yep, drinking is one of my hobbies, and since it’s my only hobby I’m very good at it, thanks she said taking the huge glass and from him, mouth watering in anticipation.
how’s the arm coming along? she asked, pleased at how annoyed he was by the nickname.
Bourbon huh? Janes brow creased in the effort of trying to use it to recall weather she had drunk that particular beverage before. Shrugging she figured she find out soon enough as Raan stuck a glass in front of her nice to meet you then John she said, taking a sip of the first drink she had been given, she raised her eyebrows when he hugged his drink, and people say I’m crazy
Out of the corner of one of her eyes she could see movement in the shadows, the shifter kid was following her, the fool, she dressed in black shaking her head at the kids mistake she swallowed half the drink.
First mistake a newbie used when being stealth like was wearing black, some reason they thought it would conceal them. go ahead elfie, drown yourself for all I care Jane sad finishing off her first drink.

[RacingBelle]

I sat down looking around. I didn't exactly care if I was spotted, I knew dark clothes wouldn't hide me. It was just better that I wasn't spotted. For multiple reasons. Including the one that I was sixteen and was too young to be in here. Oh well. I tried meeting the bartender's eyes. He was the Supernatural that I had sensed. Though when he didn't I understood. After all he was a little busy with two EF cops. I growled under my breath. Both cops had noticed me. Though only one could set the alarm off. Jane. Should I make my move now? Nah. Let's see what everything turns out to be. Maybe they would ignore me. Maybe they would continue to drink. I hope so. I wanted my 'plan' to work. If 'shifter's luck' came into play it wouldn't. So I relaxed and bided my time. After all, I've gotten away from the Elites one too many times right? I ducked my head, hair falling around my face, and let a smile come onto my face. Your the one who wanted a fight, so really it doesn't matter if it comes to you or you come to them.