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Bar Brawl (OTA)
The Blushing Mermaid, down by the strand, is well known to be a little bit rougher than the Elfsong. One could say, bluntly, that it's a dive, except the proprietor, Captain Grisly, would then throw empty bottles at you until you run for cover because NO PUNS, get the fuck out of here!
Anyway, the liquor is good, never watered down, and the wine is usually too sweet and too strong, and if you thought you were going to eat with your intoxicants, you're out of luck. In short, it's a perfect place for after-work drinks for the middle and lower classes of the Gate, and adventurers looking for luck and/or trouble.
Tonight, there is trouble. Whether you started the fight or just walked in on it at the wrong moment, there are bottles and punches flying, and if you're not a brawler type, you might need to hide under a table. So. Duck and cover. Try conflict resolution. Sneak for the door. Or punch the crap out of someone. The world is thine oyster.
Anyway, the liquor is good, never watered down, and the wine is usually too sweet and too strong, and if you thought you were going to eat with your intoxicants, you're out of luck. In short, it's a perfect place for after-work drinks for the middle and lower classes of the Gate, and adventurers looking for luck and/or trouble.
Tonight, there is trouble. Whether you started the fight or just walked in on it at the wrong moment, there are bottles and punches flying, and if you're not a brawler type, you might need to hide under a table. So. Duck and cover. Try conflict resolution. Sneak for the door. Or punch the crap out of someone. The world is thine oyster.
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Orym gives his boyfriend that look. The one that says he doesn't believe him but they are deep in trouble so he's not going to argue. He ducks under the legs of an orc trying to grab and throw him then gets grabbed by the human behind him. "Oh come on man," he growls trying to get himself loose.
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"Aye! Get your fuckin hands off my man!" He stomps forward, grabbing his hammer to swing it over his shoulder before bringing it down against the side of the orc's knee and moving on to tower just slightly over the human. "Drop 'im before I drop you. Or he does. Pick your poison fucker."
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The orc howls in rage and pain and swings wildly smacking the human behind him. Oyrm feels the human's grip slip and braces his feet against the human's chest, launching forward to land on Ashton's shoulder and then flipping around to punch the human in the face. "Listen to my boyfriend, he's the one with the hammer and I'll follow it up with my fist and both really, really hurt."