09-11-2018, 09:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-11-2018, 10:52 PM by Ivan Sarkozy.)
As he'd expected, the beer was cold and the best, the citrus of the lime brightening the flavor. Absently, he wiped the slight tacky lime residue on his fingers onto a cloth napkin. Now that he was seated and drinking, something released a little. The anger was still there. The need to just punch something. But it was like fighting to get somewhere and now that you were there, you could relax a little. The urgency wasn't gone, but wasn't boiling over. It wasn't pushing you.
He laughed at Ryker's joke. "Better than I feel then," he said with a smile. He shook his head, pulled another swig, swirled the contents of the glass as he looked around at their surroundings. This part of the bar did not invite a lot of through-traffic. Mostly people talking over drinks or watching others.
He noted an Asian guy fairly close to them. Something tickled at his mind. Looked kinda familiar too. Not that he held his attention. Nah. The woman next to him drew his eye, though. Angled cheekbones, sharp eyes. Mouth slightly quirked up. Exotic, he'd say, like the girls who came from the south east of here, around the Khazak's or Uzbek's.
And she was into the guy it seemed.
He shrugged, answering Ryker while continuing his tour. "His royal dickheadedness, in his infinite wisdom, decided that I needed to be questioned. Because obviously attacking some random girl in the middle of the most exclusive ball ever made a whole lot of sense for a cop to do." The venom dripped from lips, though it was mostly for show.
He looked back at Ryker and laughed, holding his drink up. "To the Ascendancy!" Another drink. "So they kept me a few days down in their little underground party room, grilling me. Morons. These dicks- I mean 'Rods' -" rolling his eyes- "obviously had extensive training in interrogation techniques. Clearly. But eventually they latched on to the story it had been an accident."
A frown appeared just as he brought his glass to his lips, brows furrowing. "Weird, though. I swear I didn't break the glass. She screamed, man. She screamed and I dropped it completely. She was freaked out, you know? I mean, what did she expect? It was a channeling ball! She or her boy toy had dropped serious coin to be there. But anyway, I let the glass go and it just hung there, by itself. I didn't see any threads of the power holding it up. And then it exploded. Just like that!"
He took his drink. "Just some weird shit." A moment later he felt a sense of dread come over him. The remnant of a smile dropped and his eyes sharpened. It was coming from the table with the cute girl and the suit. Nothing sinister, though the power of another man did feel like someone was looming over you.
He looked at Ryker, jerked his head to point with his chin. "Dude over there is channeling," He said quietly.
And then, wouldn't you know it, the very chick he was talking about walked across the room with a guy in tow. He couldn't help the laugh. Interesting night. "Would'ya look at that. The girl from the ball just walked by." His laugh fell to a chuckle.
This would be an interesting night.
Decisions decisions. He looked at Ryker and mentally flipped a coin.
He laughed at Ryker's joke. "Better than I feel then," he said with a smile. He shook his head, pulled another swig, swirled the contents of the glass as he looked around at their surroundings. This part of the bar did not invite a lot of through-traffic. Mostly people talking over drinks or watching others.
He noted an Asian guy fairly close to them. Something tickled at his mind. Looked kinda familiar too. Not that he held his attention. Nah. The woman next to him drew his eye, though. Angled cheekbones, sharp eyes. Mouth slightly quirked up. Exotic, he'd say, like the girls who came from the south east of here, around the Khazak's or Uzbek's.
And she was into the guy it seemed.
He shrugged, answering Ryker while continuing his tour. "His royal dickheadedness, in his infinite wisdom, decided that I needed to be questioned. Because obviously attacking some random girl in the middle of the most exclusive ball ever made a whole lot of sense for a cop to do." The venom dripped from lips, though it was mostly for show.
He looked back at Ryker and laughed, holding his drink up. "To the Ascendancy!" Another drink. "So they kept me a few days down in their little underground party room, grilling me. Morons. These dicks- I mean 'Rods' -" rolling his eyes- "obviously had extensive training in interrogation techniques. Clearly. But eventually they latched on to the story it had been an accident."
A frown appeared just as he brought his glass to his lips, brows furrowing. "Weird, though. I swear I didn't break the glass. She screamed, man. She screamed and I dropped it completely. She was freaked out, you know? I mean, what did she expect? It was a channeling ball! She or her boy toy had dropped serious coin to be there. But anyway, I let the glass go and it just hung there, by itself. I didn't see any threads of the power holding it up. And then it exploded. Just like that!"
He took his drink. "Just some weird shit." A moment later he felt a sense of dread come over him. The remnant of a smile dropped and his eyes sharpened. It was coming from the table with the cute girl and the suit. Nothing sinister, though the power of another man did feel like someone was looming over you.
He looked at Ryker, jerked his head to point with his chin. "Dude over there is channeling," He said quietly.
And then, wouldn't you know it, the very chick he was talking about walked across the room with a guy in tow. He couldn't help the laugh. Interesting night. "Would'ya look at that. The girl from the ball just walked by." His laugh fell to a chuckle.
This would be an interesting night.
Decisions decisions. He looked at Ryker and mentally flipped a coin.