02-06-2018, 03:33 PM
The server that recommended his beer circled the pool table when one of the players slapped her on the ass. She spun, claws out, but only curled fingers under his chin and played to the trope. Ryker watched openly. Kat wasn't ugly, if she was a little more pudgy around the hips than he preferred. The way she took that slap though made him wonder if she liked it. Maybe. He took another slow sip of the beer.
Bravado and chaos walked in the door, then. His neck turned, the cords on his throat popping around the collar of his coat. They both sauntered to the bar like they owned the joint. Locals, then, calling the bartender by name and stealing rocks glasses like their names were etched on the side.
Ryker never took to vodka. There was a bar called Alchemy in Kiev that had been 'his place' much as this hole was theirs. Alchemy was truly a cauldron of concoctions. Vodka had its place of honor on the shelf, but so also did other tasty spirits. Alchemy was where he first met Galina. Thinking of her made his hand fall toward the pocket of his coat, wherein he brushed a thumb across a data stick, making sure it was safe.
Bravado and Chaos snuggled up to the bar, flirting over a bottle of vodka. The place wasn't packed, but there were few pairs of stools open other than the two immediately beside him. Ryker's amusement for their game held for the time being. She was clearly out of this skinny kid's league. Like watching a black widow toy with the mate it was about to devour once she had what it wanted. When he caught her eye, he tipped the lip of his bottle her direction and silently asked her what the hell a goddess like her was doing with a peon like him. He might have asked when a tap on the shoulder turned him swiftly about, only for his elbow to smack into the vodka bottle that Bravado confiscated.
It crashed to the bar top, crystal clear liquid spilling out over the wood and running down the front of his clothes.
Ryker jumped up. "FUCK! You little fucker."
Vodka seeped into the supple leather on his arm, it darkened the denim of his pants around the thighs. The black shirt beneath glued sticky to the ridges of his abdomen.
His good eye flared sharp, he rounded on the kid like he may punch him, but instead stayed his hand. One punch and the kid was likely to crumple like a wad of paper.
In the seconds that followed, he felt eyes on him, waiting to see what he would do. The bartender that tapped him on the shoulder stood back, waiting like this wasn't the first cusp of a fight he'd ever witnessed. Kat watched, one slender brow lifted high and curious. Chaos glinted like she may find far too much amusement in the ordeal.
Ryker swallowed his pride and left them there, looking for a bathroom to clean himself up. He couldn't leave yet. That data stick was still in his pocket. There better not be vodka gumming it up, now.
He slammed the bathroom door behind him and disappeared into one of the stalls.
Bravado and chaos walked in the door, then. His neck turned, the cords on his throat popping around the collar of his coat. They both sauntered to the bar like they owned the joint. Locals, then, calling the bartender by name and stealing rocks glasses like their names were etched on the side.
Ryker never took to vodka. There was a bar called Alchemy in Kiev that had been 'his place' much as this hole was theirs. Alchemy was truly a cauldron of concoctions. Vodka had its place of honor on the shelf, but so also did other tasty spirits. Alchemy was where he first met Galina. Thinking of her made his hand fall toward the pocket of his coat, wherein he brushed a thumb across a data stick, making sure it was safe.
Bravado and Chaos snuggled up to the bar, flirting over a bottle of vodka. The place wasn't packed, but there were few pairs of stools open other than the two immediately beside him. Ryker's amusement for their game held for the time being. She was clearly out of this skinny kid's league. Like watching a black widow toy with the mate it was about to devour once she had what it wanted. When he caught her eye, he tipped the lip of his bottle her direction and silently asked her what the hell a goddess like her was doing with a peon like him. He might have asked when a tap on the shoulder turned him swiftly about, only for his elbow to smack into the vodka bottle that Bravado confiscated.
It crashed to the bar top, crystal clear liquid spilling out over the wood and running down the front of his clothes.
Ryker jumped up. "FUCK! You little fucker."
Vodka seeped into the supple leather on his arm, it darkened the denim of his pants around the thighs. The black shirt beneath glued sticky to the ridges of his abdomen.
His good eye flared sharp, he rounded on the kid like he may punch him, but instead stayed his hand. One punch and the kid was likely to crumple like a wad of paper.
In the seconds that followed, he felt eyes on him, waiting to see what he would do. The bartender that tapped him on the shoulder stood back, waiting like this wasn't the first cusp of a fight he'd ever witnessed. Kat watched, one slender brow lifted high and curious. Chaos glinted like she may find far too much amusement in the ordeal.
Ryker swallowed his pride and left them there, looking for a bathroom to clean himself up. He couldn't leave yet. That data stick was still in his pocket. There better not be vodka gumming it up, now.
He slammed the bathroom door behind him and disappeared into one of the stalls.