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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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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?!"