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Date & Time: late in the evening of January 5
Location: random seedy bar in town
Characters: Johnny D'Amico and YOU!
Summary: Happy 21st birthday to Johnny! He's destroying a bar in a fight. Maybe you want to join it, or stop it, or call the cops, etc.!
Warnings: Violence, Johnny's foul mouth?

If you happen to be passing by this said bar, you might want to look out for the stool that just got thrown out of the window, sending glass showering over the street. Soon after a random bar patron is tossed out of it, landing on the ground hard. A moment after that jumps out a certain half-demon who, already covered in cuts and bruises, jumps back on the guy, and the two start swinging fists once again.

Anyone paying attention would have noticed that Johnny was grinning ear to ear the whole time. He's having a blast.

Were you inside the bar when this happened, the now 21-year-old was celebrating alone with a few two many beers when an altercation arose with a townie. Whether Johnny started it intentionally or not is hard to say, but those sitting nearby will it all escalated fairly quickly.

But now that you're here, care to get involved? It looks like the townie would like to get away, but is still fighting since Johnny isn't letting up on him.

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Nick's been watching the fight with great amusement--and from a safe distance on the other side of the bar. He's not the type to jump into the fray, but he does enjoy a good barfight.

He'd initally come down to the bar to see if he could rouse up a good poker game, or maybe even shoot some pool; wagering with some cold, hard cash. He'd made a tidy profit before sitting down to enjoy a couple of beers, watching as the kid got drunker and drunker. Picking on the local townies was inevitable, and Nick keeps an eye on it, not just for amusement, but to also make sure that it doesn't get too out of control; he'll jump in if he absolutely has to.

"That is ENOUGH."

Priad roars, his lightning claw crackling as he wades into the brawl, ready to stop it with his own powerful form.

Johnny would have approached Nick a few times during the evening, Considering Nick is one of the few people in town that Johnny is friendly with. He was slightly drunker every time, complaining about being bored, and maybe playing a game of pool (and losing) before starting his brawl with the customer a bit later.

Outside, Priad's entrance is enough to stop both men in their tracks. It's also enough to scare the daylights out of the townie, who makes a break for it. Johnny, although startled, isn't threatened. He glares at Priad, wiping blood from his split eyebrow with the back of his sleeve.

"What the ever-loving fuck was that for!"

Nice. This night was getting more and more interesting. First a classic barroom brawl, and now a giant talking robot. And he thought this place would be boring.

Of course, said robot was threatening a guy who Nick actually kind of liked, and against his better judgment he figures he better step in. Or rather, step outside.

"Whoa, big guy. Easy with the electricity."

"I won't kill unless forced. But it would seem you've a bit less compunction." He points towards Johnny with an arcing finger.

"Your behavior in your cups would disgrace a Fenrisian!"

"What the fuck are you even talkin' about?! And what, yer gonna kill me for startin' a bar fight? Huh? Go ahead, I dare ya!"

He took a few steps toward Priad, stumbling a bit as he does. He doesn't seem to notice, though.

Nick grabs ahold of Johnny before he falls over, simultaneously trying to hold him up as well as hold him back from whatever the hell that thing is.

"Alright, alright... let's not doing anything stupid here."

"No. I'm simply lecturing you on how stupid it is to brawl in the first place."

His red eye-slits glare at Johnny, then he turns to Nick, nodding slightly.

"That would be for the best, yes."

"I don't need you tellin' me that shit, Priad. No one's gotta lecture me!"

It's probably a good thing Nick's holding on to him. He's pretty unsteady but he seems to be insisting on closing in on Priad in an intimidating gesture. Not that it was going to work.

Nick just rolls his eyes at Johnny's obvious attempts to get at Priad.

"If you punch that guy, I'm pretty sure the only thing you're gonna accomplish is getting a broken hand."

Johnny. What are you doing? What. Are. You. Doing. Don't make Tenjou go into sassy friend mode. He doesn't like doing it.

Tenjou was about to go inside when both bar stool and patron were thrown out the window. He stared at Johny during the whole fight. Well shit. Time to play peacekeeper, apparently his default job around here.

His hands glowed with a green aura and two arrows going in opposite directions appeared underneath the two fighters. As if they were being pulled by strong magnets, they were pried away from each other.

"Johnny, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Both Johnny and his opponent looks startled - the other man more relieved, since he wanted out of this fight already. Johnny didn't know exactly what just happened, but clearly it was Tenjou's fault. He points at him, scowling.

"The hell d'ya think yer doin'!"

"What does it look like?" Tenjou gave Johnny a deadpanned look. He deactivated his powers holding the other guy so he could bail but kept his attention towards Johnny.

"Seriously, what the hell do you think you're doing? And how much have you been drinking?"

"Looks like you're gettin' in the way. What's it look like I'm doin'!? Teachin' that asshole a lesson, that's what!"

Clearly he's had a lot to drink, and wasn't taking kindly to being held in place. "Lemme go already! The hell even is this?"

Tenjou pinched the space between his eyes from the incoming headache. This was not how he planned on spending his night. "Damn it, Johnny you're really drunk. C'mon I'm gonna take you home before you cause any more trouble. And be glad I'm not on duty tonight."

The aura around his hand stopped glowing and Tenjou grabbed Johnny by the back of his shirt like how a mother cat would carry her kitten. "That was my power, vector manipulation."

"On duty? 'R you a friggin' cop too? Goddamn, who isn't here now?"

He doesn't take too kindly to being dragged. "Lemme go! I ain't yer kid."

"Yes and there's not that many of us." He still keeps his hold on Johnny. Now he was thinking maybe it was better to knock him out until he can drag him to a safe place.

"I'm old enough to probably be your grandpa, hell maybe even your great-grandpa by the way."

"One's too many. You s-- Wait, how the fuck old even are you. And didn't I say let me go?"

"Try 127 and that's still considered young for a diety," Tenjou sighed. "And no because I let you go, you would attack or run. Wait, why am I even continuing a conversation with a drunk man?"

"A hundred and-- Are you friggin' kiddin' m-- ... Did you say 'diety'?"

"Yes, I did. A deity is just one of the many tiers of reincarnation available. Gods are more of a legacy career of sorts passed down from one to another." Tenjou kept his explanation simple because chances were Johnny wouldn't even remember this later.

He's quiet for a moment, before he punctuates it with a confused yet forceful, "Fuck. You're a god. You're a goddamn god?!"

So this had been a mistake. After a few successful trips out alone Sam was getting the feel of the city and so decided to visit one of the bars. It wasn't a comfy or homely bar in any sense of the word but Sam decided to stay a while and sat drinking his beer watching quietly.

Until that was one of the big people got into a fight and soon the whole place was chaotic. Bar fights were rare in Hobbiton, that's not to say they didn't happen but they were usually quickly put down and ruffled feather soothed within a few moments.

This though reminded him more of an orc encampment than anything from the shire.

He got out the way of the fight though unfortunately it was between him and the exit.

That's what happens when short-tempered half-demons with something to prove are allowed out drinking. Nothing good ever comes of it.

Sam's problem now is that there's two men in the way of the door throwing punches, along with glass strewn around. Johnny had taken quite a few hits, but despite how drunk he was, he managed to dodge well. He lands a hit on the man's jaw that sends him sprawling to the ground in front of Sam, while Johnny chuckles darkly. There's quite a few spectators, but Sam just happens to be the one in his line of sight now.

"What? You want to be next?"

Sam blinked when he realised the man was speaking to him, like his being here was somehow his fault instead of the fact this man had seen fit to fair wreck the bar, and everyone's evenings along with it.

"No sir, and if you don't mind me saying I think everyone here has had enough of this brawling." And he'd had fair more than enough drink but Sam wasn't stupid and knew that that wasn't something you should say to anyone this drunk.

The man on the ground would agree with Sam. He had enough after getting thrown through a window. He's going to slowly get up and try to get out of there while Johnny was distracted, and before any law enforcement showed up. Johnny doesn't bother to chase him, but shouts "Yeah, you better run! at him as he does, before turning back to Sam. He sways on his feet a bit.

"I don't give a goddamn about what everyone's got enough one. That guy shouldn't 'a started shit with me."

Well at least someone had gotten away, Sam hoped the guy was not too injured and had somewhere safe to go to recover, to him it made no difference who started it as long as it stopped.

"He's gone now, if you don't mind me saying you should be getting going as well, and leave decent people to drink in peace."

"Who put you in charge, shorty? What if I don't wanna go?"

Johnny takes a few steps forward, but ends up stumbling and stopping. As much as he wants to keep going, the adrenaline is wearing off and the rest of his body is remembering how drunk it is.

Sam didn't back off and didn't seem surprised at all by the stumbling and the stopping. "No one put me in charge but it's long past time you went home. Whether you want to or not."

"No one's tellin' me what to do. The hell with that. I don't wanna go back to my stupid apartment."

Still swaying on his feet, Johnny looked around. His opponent was gone, the place was destroyed, an other bar patrons hung back and watched the scene carefully as the owner called for help. The jig was up.

"....Damnit."

Sam raised an eyebrow, "I don't think you'll have much choice, far better to leave on your own terms."

Johnny obviously didn't know what else to say. He starts and stops a few times, just standing there looking angry and beaten in Exsilium's ever-present rain. "You... You're just lucky I don't pick on guys smaller than me."

Sam just gave him a hard stare, he wasn't the type to hold words said by drunk people against them. So he just stands there and waits for him to leave.

Jim was just out for a drink, a quiet (well for him drink) at a "reputable" drinking establishment when all hell broke loose. That being said he continued to sit there unconcerned, occasionally moving his glass and bottle of whiskey as the chaos erupted. Unconcerned he kept on drinking till a body knocked the bottle out of his hand, at which point he stood up.

"Can't a fellow enjoy a quiet drink in this consarn place, who the hell started this crap?"

The two fighters ignore Jim for the moment, too wrapped up in fighting with one another to deal with anyone else. They're right next to Jim, though, and Johnny's opponent gets knocked into him when he's hit with a vicious right hook. If he wants to either break this up or jump in, now is a good chance.

The marshal's bottle gets knocked over with the bump as he spins to look at the fighters. Batting one to the side and looking at Johnny.

"I reckon you just ruined a perfectly good bottle of cheap whiskey."

Oh boy. A new challenger appears! Johnny grins wickedly at Jim. "Look how much I fuckin' care."

"So that's how we're playin it, huh?"

Jim stands up and cracks his knuckles looking at Johnny.

"Guess it is!" And with that, Johnny throws a punch towards Jim's chest. It's surprisingly fast; even drunk, his reflexes are fairly sharp.

Jim isn't that drunk though, and he's done bar brawl before, probably for the last 20 years so he barely steps out of the way and tosses his glass at Johnny's midsection with a grunt.

It hits Johnny, but he barely lets it stop him as he throws another fast punch towards Jim's face. He wants this guy giving punches back, and he's determined to get it.

Jim ducks under the punch and pushes forward swinging at Johnny after the duck.

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