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[deadmanbusiness]

When; Late April 16th Early April 17th in the morning
Rating; pg-13, I guess
Characters; Theodred, Al Capone other casino workers.
Summary; It's late at night or really early in the morning and someone's getting a bit too rowdy at the bar and violence ensues.
Log;

An orc walks into a casino...

No. Wait. This happens after that.

It's late in the night or really early in the morning. That time of day when things are just fuzzy enough that no one really knows. The casino was winding down at least. Customers were drifting home and it was getting quiet.

The gentleman, for lack of a better word, had been drinking rather steadily all night. He'd been losing fairly steadily all night as well. Which really didn't help his temper any.

One might say that because he was a rather large and ugly fellow he of course had a hair pin trigger and surly temper, but that's stereotyping and people shouldn't do that.

Unfortunately, tonight the stereotype was true.

After losing spectacularly at Theo's table the orc pushed his way to the bar and slammed a fist on the table growling out the word "Beer!"

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[makingastatement]

The loud demand catches his attention, but it doesn't mean his response necessarily has to be quick. Al takes his time serving two more patrons before he acknowledges the man.

"Pay up for the last two, pal, and we'll see about that."

The sap's losing streak isn't exactly a secret around the bar-- some people are just born vocal.

[deadmanbusiness]

"What happened to credit?" the orc growls.

His temper has not improved with the wait time.

[makingastatement]

"It's good for anybody who I think is good on their word to pay it back," his reply is dismissive and simple, even getting in a laugh before he moves to the other end of the bar. He's not inclined to trust this guy, therefore he sticks with his instinct to cut him off.

It's a nice power to have.

He looks across the casino floor to the tables, scoping out Theo with a look to suggest there would be more stories to tell at closing about one nutjob in particular.

[deadmanbusiness]

Theo catches his eye and makes a head nod indicating that he's seen and understands. And then he makes a quick gesture with his hands indicating that Al should look behind him.

Why?

Because the orc is looming down on Al.

[makingastatement]

Oh. That explains the horrible smell, then. Al turns, glaring directly into the orc's eyes and finally giving him his full attention.

"Hey, pal, you wanna back up there?"

Otherwise there's a loaded handgun under the bar that is more than willing to make his acquaintance.

[deadmanbusiness]

Oh. Yes. Loaded handguns are always good.

"Give me my drink!" he snarls.

Theo is watching and wondering where Jack is, just in case things get out of hand.

[makingastatement]

"I told you once, you're cut off," he's not about to reach for the weapon yet, but he does step forward and throw his wrist out in a dismissive gesture to back the orc up. Big drunks may have a lot of weight and courage, but fortunately more often than not they're stupid.

"Get outta here and save us all some time."

[deadmanbusiness]

And the orc tightly grabs Al's wrist.

Yes. Stupid.

"No."

[makingastatement]

"Get your ugly mitts off me!" it's nearly incomprehensible, between his patience disappearing entirely and his true disgust at someone trying to muscle him around.

Thus he makes good use of his appendages that are free and slams as good of a kick as he can manage into one of the orc's shins.

[deadmanbusiness]

Has Al ever kicked a wall before?

Because that's what it feels like kicking an orc.

Who now squeezes the man's wrist even more.

[makingastatement]

Well, that's enough to ruin his day. He holds back the wince as best he can and instead goes for the nearest thing he can find on the counter. The gun is well out of reach, but a bottle is enough of a temporary weapon. He smashes it with his free hand and makes a jab for the brute's face.

[deadmanbusiness]

Theo's going to go look around for Jack... who doesn't appear to be around. He swears softly.

Meanwhile the orc bats the bottle out of Al's hand with a solid swipe. "Gimmie my drink!" And poor Al is going to get a full blow breath of orc in his face.

It smells like dead pickles and lemons.

[makingastatement]

The putrid odor is momentarily debilitating, but not enough for him to back down. No, he's got this and nobody is going to settle up with this guy but him.

Did you hear that, unhelpful patrons?

"I'll give you a drink," despite a woozy head and numbed leg and wrist, he spits straight at the orc's face hoping it will give him at least a moment to free himself.

The WTF happened thread...

[recognize_an_opportunity]

Meyer had only been gone for fifteen minutes, maybe twenty at the longest. Sometimes even the boss needed a break, and it had been a long, busy night. He'd gone out for a smoke, a walk around the block, a moment alone with the book he'd been reading. And when he'd walked back into the casino, which he'd been thinking had been fine to leave with his employees for a few minutes given the late hour...

Well, the expression on his face is not pleased, to say the least.

"What the fuck happened here?"

Re: The WTF happened thread...

[deadmanbusiness]

Theo looks at the mess... and then over at Al and then back at Meyer. The shelves holding the glasses are going to need replacing as are some chairs and it looks like one of the tables got dinged pretty badly. There are chips all over the place and a lot of broke bottles. Never mind the poor tap.

"Um."

[makingastatement]

Al stands back for once, scuffing some chips into a pile with the toe of his shoe. He's holding his back in pain, masked as an unfazed stance.

"Problem customer. We took care of it."

[recognize_an_opportunity]

"I see that," Meyer says, crossing to the bar and examining the damage closer up. He'd ask how this much destruction could happen in the short time he'd been gone, but he's seen it before, and sadly, he's not surprised.

"I was gone for fifteen minutes. Fifteen, and you destroy my casino?"

[deadmanbusiness]

"Actually the customer destroyed the casino," Theo says, probably not helpfully, but calmly and confidently. "We got rid of it."

He's feeling a bit heady still from his trick. It always leaves him a bit high, like he could take over the world.

[makingastatement]

Al's still not looking at Theo, but after a sniff he nods in agreement. It's about the gist of it.

He steps forward, addressing Meyer and avoiding an array of broken glass along the way.

"Look, it's a little rough but nothing that can't be cleaned up."

[recognize_an_opportunity]

"A little rough? Yes, it looks a little fucking rough to me, too."

Are those bullet holes in the wall? Did someone really get shot here? If so, where's the body? These are all valid questions, and they just make him angrier. Somehow, he has the self-important opinion that if he'd never left, none of this would have happened.

"And the two of you will pay for the items required to fix this place up, yes?"

He's fuming, but fuming on him never quite looks like fuming on anyone else.

[deadmanbusiness]

Oh. Great. Not again. Theo represses a sigh. First the kittens, now this.

"It was kinda like a bull in a china shop... thing."

[makingastatement]

A brief frown is cast to Theo's comment. It's a bit underplayed for his taste. When there's a predicament, well, Al just can't resist his most base of instincts...opening his mouth.

"I cut him off and he flies off the handle-- you want us to pay for that?"

He's getting the irritation vibe from Meyer, sure, but nothing close to fuming.

[recognize_an_opportunity]

Allow him to advance on the two of you a little just so that you can see his gritted teeth and narrowed eyes. He doesn't even bother to address Theo's comment, turning directly to Al instead.

"You cut him off and he flies off the handle. Sure. Guess that explains why you weren't able to get him out of here before he destroyed half the glasses in this place. Guess that explains why one of you--" he has a guess which one "--felt the need to shoot at him. You want I should believe he did all this damage by himself, while the two of you sat around with your thumbs up your asses?"

Oh yeah, he's pissed.

[deadmanbusiness]

"Actually, he did quite a bit of damage by himself, yes. He tossed Al around before we could get him out," Theo snapped, not liking being ignored nor Al getting yelled at. It wasn't completely his fault.

"It was that huge fella with the grey skin, bad odor and tusks."

[makingastatement]

Pissed Gangster Number One, meet Pissed Gangster Number Two. "Hey--" Al's willing to step up to that, an insult on the tip of his tongue before Theo interjects. It's quite fortunate, really, as embarrassment isn't really doing him any favors here. And he appreciates the backup, but with a temper like this unfortunately gratitude is often belated.

"He didn't toss anyone around. Theo scared him off and he ain't coming back."

He bites his lower lip as if still trying to withhold a snap, but he's not quite ready to admit any responsibility for anything outside of making the call to cut the guy off.