Post by «Wraith» on Mar 23, 2020 22:25:54 GMT -5
It was particularly busy for a Monday night. Granted he didn't mind, more money for him and his two employees who were on shift. He was behind the bar taking empty glasses off the bar counter and wiping it down occasionally refilling beers and passing out new drinks. The Jukebox was playing some song that he'd already tuned out a while ago. "Alright, I'm out ol' man, have a good night." an off duty RPD officer spoke up as he placed his money on the table, got up, and left. He took the money and pocketed it just as a group walked in.
And from the moment they walked in loud as hell and with attitude he could just tell they were trouble. He also noticed some of them still had small splotches of white and black paint on their finger tips. Possibly taggers. He shook his head and turned his back from the bar, placing all the dirty dishes in the small washer. He knew they were going to be trouble and he was right as soon as his female employee walked by them and they started harassing her. Usually she could handle herself but they were being persistent. He was about to to get their attention when a patron stood up from a booth and tried to come to her aid.
This wasn't exactly the best of decisions on the patron's part as he was vaulted to the ground by a back hand from of the group. That was the first give away that he had to step in. The leader of the group finally reached out and grabbed the girl by her wrist trying to seize her but lost his grip as the Old Man's hand gripped the guy's forearm. He cried out in pain slightly before trying to counter attack which only ended with his arm twisted up and the muzzle of a very distinct and custom 1911 pressed firmly under the guy's jaw and hammer was already pulled back.
Everyone kind of stopped what they were doing, his group was in utter shock as to what had happened, an uneasy silence fell upon the whole bar. Finally the old man spoke, his voice low and slightly raspy. "Leave or die, nod if you understand." The leader of the group nodded before he was let go. He tried to regain his composure, spouting off something along the lines of "You're going to regret that old timer. You got no idea who you just fucked with!" Before he and his group left. The old man shook his head and uncocked the hammer of the gun before putting the safety on.
The rest of the time until last call went on pretty uneventfully until closing time when the old man and the female were the last ones around divvying up the tips and things. He split up the pooled money and gave the larger amount of money to the girl, "Thanks Robert, I didn't get a chance to thank you for earlier." He shook his head, "Don't worry about it Kris, just be safe and good luck on your exam tomorrow." With that Kris left the old man to do the rest of the clean up after clocking out for the night.
But that's when the door bell chimed, "We're closed." He called out, but as he turned to look it was the same guy from before but he was accompanied with two others in bullet proof vests with a very familiar face spray painted on them under gray hoodies. Their faces covered by masks. They each had something blunt that could be used as a weapon. "I told you! You done messed up asshole." The old man sighed and reached behind his back but stopped and cursed mentally as he remembered that he put the gun away under the bar. They all jumped on him at once and he did his best to guard his head as they started beating on him with bats.
Eventually however the old man recovered wrapping his arm around one of the bats as it connected against his ribs which he could already feel was fractured. He threw his hand through the back snapping it in two before headbutting his assailant hard enough to crack the guy's mask and drop him to his ass. One of the others rushed him only to be punched in the throat, get his leg kicked out from under him and a knee driven into his chest so hard that it launched him off the ground and straight through the doors of the bar.
The original antagonist at this point was now completely taking back with shock. "Yo what the hell! Fuck you you old bastard!" He cried as he came in for an attack. He was way too fucking old for this shit and he was already starting to wear out even as he smacked the bat out of the guy's hands while it was in mid swing and executed a CQC takedown which left the guy pinned to the ground with a knee on his chest, a fist full of hair in the old man's hand and a knife blade pressed firmly against his jugular. "Yo who the... what the fuck are you man?" He didn't reply for the longest "Someone you shouldn't have fucked with." He was seconds from opening the guy's before before he heard the door open again and it gave him pause.
And from the moment they walked in loud as hell and with attitude he could just tell they were trouble. He also noticed some of them still had small splotches of white and black paint on their finger tips. Possibly taggers. He shook his head and turned his back from the bar, placing all the dirty dishes in the small washer. He knew they were going to be trouble and he was right as soon as his female employee walked by them and they started harassing her. Usually she could handle herself but they were being persistent. He was about to to get their attention when a patron stood up from a booth and tried to come to her aid.
This wasn't exactly the best of decisions on the patron's part as he was vaulted to the ground by a back hand from of the group. That was the first give away that he had to step in. The leader of the group finally reached out and grabbed the girl by her wrist trying to seize her but lost his grip as the Old Man's hand gripped the guy's forearm. He cried out in pain slightly before trying to counter attack which only ended with his arm twisted up and the muzzle of a very distinct and custom 1911 pressed firmly under the guy's jaw and hammer was already pulled back.
Everyone kind of stopped what they were doing, his group was in utter shock as to what had happened, an uneasy silence fell upon the whole bar. Finally the old man spoke, his voice low and slightly raspy. "Leave or die, nod if you understand." The leader of the group nodded before he was let go. He tried to regain his composure, spouting off something along the lines of "You're going to regret that old timer. You got no idea who you just fucked with!" Before he and his group left. The old man shook his head and uncocked the hammer of the gun before putting the safety on.
The rest of the time until last call went on pretty uneventfully until closing time when the old man and the female were the last ones around divvying up the tips and things. He split up the pooled money and gave the larger amount of money to the girl, "Thanks Robert, I didn't get a chance to thank you for earlier." He shook his head, "Don't worry about it Kris, just be safe and good luck on your exam tomorrow." With that Kris left the old man to do the rest of the clean up after clocking out for the night.
But that's when the door bell chimed, "We're closed." He called out, but as he turned to look it was the same guy from before but he was accompanied with two others in bullet proof vests with a very familiar face spray painted on them under gray hoodies. Their faces covered by masks. They each had something blunt that could be used as a weapon. "I told you! You done messed up asshole." The old man sighed and reached behind his back but stopped and cursed mentally as he remembered that he put the gun away under the bar. They all jumped on him at once and he did his best to guard his head as they started beating on him with bats.
Eventually however the old man recovered wrapping his arm around one of the bats as it connected against his ribs which he could already feel was fractured. He threw his hand through the back snapping it in two before headbutting his assailant hard enough to crack the guy's mask and drop him to his ass. One of the others rushed him only to be punched in the throat, get his leg kicked out from under him and a knee driven into his chest so hard that it launched him off the ground and straight through the doors of the bar.
The original antagonist at this point was now completely taking back with shock. "Yo what the hell! Fuck you you old bastard!" He cried as he came in for an attack. He was way too fucking old for this shit and he was already starting to wear out even as he smacked the bat out of the guy's hands while it was in mid swing and executed a CQC takedown which left the guy pinned to the ground with a knee on his chest, a fist full of hair in the old man's hand and a knife blade pressed firmly against his jugular. "Yo who the... what the fuck are you man?" He didn't reply for the longest "Someone you shouldn't have fucked with." He was seconds from opening the guy's before before he heard the door open again and it gave him pause.