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[OPEN] Are there some aces up your sleeve? Have you no idea that you're in deep?

Date & Time: 8/ 5
Location: a less than reputable local-run bar
Characters: Chloe Frazer and YOU POSSIBLY
Summary: Chloe's Exsilium birthday! One year spent in this place means it's a good time to get into a fight or two, right?
Warnings: Punching. So much punching.

Easy, big guy. Trust me, it's all just a misunderstand-- [Chloe clips her attempt at diplomacy short: opting for the more appealing route of keeping her head fixed firmly on her shoulders as she flattens herself-- palms pressed against the wood of an old, barely standing bar table and what scattered playing cards are left in unorganized heaps along its beer-soaked surface-- just as a glass bottle whizzes right past the top of her forehead to catch (and shatter) on the edge of the booth behind.] --ing.

[There's a pause. A beat for the bar's patrons to play a game of connect the dots where point A is Chloe Frazer, point B is a somewhat average game of cards and point C is a volatile meltdown resulting in one of the larger local sorts hurling insults and glass at a notoriously disreputable conwoman. Clearly she's the innocent party.] Or not.

[And from there on out, the booth and table are abandoned; barrier set aside in favor of mobility. Or more accurately, in favor of an all out brawl. Something Chloe's capable of holding all on her own, of course, but there's the matter of closed spaces and less than friendly faces and really, it's the right thing to do to lend a hand to a girl in need, isn't it? Come on. Chivalry can't be as dead as they say it is.

Besides, all things considered, it's technically her birthday.]

[ooc: Feel free to jump in and lend a hand or prod at her once she's bashed a few skulls and is cleaning up the mess, much to the dismay and disapproval of the locals! In fact, everything she does is just in poor taste. You should probably stay far, far away.]

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[She's a bit preoccupied with the skirmish when Tess cuts in, hands full with a pair of cocky twenty-somethings that she's doing her best to keep from backing her into the nearest corner.]

By all means, [they're not toting about rifles; it's hardly a life threatening scenario so much as it is a happy accident, but spotting a familiar face amongst the crowd is a welcome stroke of luck, and Chloe's more than happy to share the load. There's only a slight pause as a particularly swift right hook grazes the side of her jaw. Oof.] --help yourself.

[A wince of sympathy for the almost hit before she's getting a hold of her bearings and ducking to avoid the same fate. Just a nod before she's going for a low blow, shoving her knee right inbetween the offender's thighs. Then it's a punch to knock him down and she moves on to the next person.]

So what'd you do? [She isn't saying it's her fault, but...]

Well it's hardly my fault if they're up in arms over a bad hand. [ All right, it's probably one of the shoddiest lies she's ever told, but like hell is she going to publicly admit she'd been caught slipping cards from her sleeve. Honestly, she's not that daft.

The younger of the pair wanders close enough to win a solid jab right in the nose, blood pouring from the fracture as he cups his face in his hands. It's a nasty looking affair, but all in all, a superficial wound: he'll be fine.]

Oh, is that all? [Tess would shoot over a little grin but she's busy making sure no one else is trying to get up in arms for the sake of the two - one now, actually. When the man cups his face, Tess gets him from behind. The elbow's a particularly tough spot, and while she knows she'll be sore for it later, she's slamming it down against the man's back- timber.

A glance over to Chloe and she raises a brow, cracks a little smile.] Sure know how to make an impression, that's for sure.

Years of practice do wonders. [Tess earns an appreciative glance for that elbow; one quick tip of her chin before she finds it necessary to drop the friendly chatter and clamp her fingers down on a wide swing aimed straight for her temple.]

I'd teach you a thing or two about it, but I'm not entirely certain you're cut out for this line of work. [Get it. Because they're both, you know, cracking skulls at an equal pace. Smidge of barfight humor.]

[Even if she isn't looking over at Chloe (too busy making sure she doesn't get a skull full of broken glass), there's a snort from her end as she ducks. Making use of the space, she shoves a chair at the next guy, shakes her head before going at him.]

Now that— [Throat punches aren't considered dirty, are they? Ah, well.] —That's funny.

Thank you.

[It's an exaggerated response; played up for the sake of keeping the discussion light while the hits stay heavy. Her opponent's arm is twisted sharply, pulled back to close the distance between them before Chloe moves to slam a nearby decorative brass plate into the dead center of his forehead.]

This isn't your way of getting that drink from me by the way, is it?

[A little wince of sympathy for the poor bastard, before a shake of the head.]

Now, why would I do that? [Tess is grabbing the current contender by the arm and swinging him around so his face gets a little close and personal with the ground. Wiping her hands off, she looks over to Chloe, holding her hands out for a moment as the numbers against them start to... either leave or just end up on the ground.} I've got a little more class than that.

Damn. Here I was hoping we'd get along.

[There's a moment or two spent making sure the crowd's thinning out before Chloe moves to dust off her hands, her trousers-- the sleeves of her leather coat. Not bad for an evening's work.]

Nicely done, darling.

Not too bad yourself. [ A smile on her face as she fixes the ends of her pants, straightens up to turn her head over. Giving a look at the other, she gives a smile and makes a motion to her cheek.]

You got a little somethin' on your face but other than that, you look great.

--ah. [She laughs at that, lifting a hand to press her palm flat against her cheek-- checks it for blood or dirt, but all in all it's a good token to take right out of a scrap like this.] Thanks, love. [For the help and the smudge check.]

Don't suppose you remember where you set your lager in this mess.

Not a problem. [A pause at the reminder and she looks around, brows pressed together for a moment.] - Think I might've left it outside. Not like it's doin' much out there, anyway.

You about ready to leave this place?

Sure. [Once the winnings are, quite carefully, gathered from the initial table, Chloe grabs a pair of bottles and turns to catch up with Tess as they make a somewhat casual exit. The butt of one's nudged up against Tess's forearm while stepping over one of the nearest unconscious bruisers.] Here. Replacement for the one you've abandoned.

Makes us even.

[She takes it with a small toast in the other's direction, grinning. She follows along Chloe as they walk, tucks the beer under her arm.] I'll take it, thanks. Plan on enjoyin' this with me, or are you off before someone else decides to try and get you?

Oh, c'mon now. I don't have that many enemies. [Chloe angles herself off towards Tess as they walk, pauses to down a solid gulp or two. A good game, good brawl, good company- Christ, it's shaping up to be a better night than she'd initially anticipated.]

It'll be at least twenty minutes before the next fight starts.

At least! [Tess throws her head back on a laugh, looks back over with a toothy grin before she nurses her drink for a little.] Boy, you sure know how to have a night.

Special occasion, or is it always like this with you?

As often as I can manage. Keeps me on my toes.

[ The rain's not unbearably hard- not yet, anyway, and it means a more casual stroll in the barest drizzle is about as scenic as it gets in Exsilium.] You know, it's a shame the Initiative only cares about patching up the hold. Might be nice to have a brawl every once in a while where I don't have to worry about getting a tetanus shot.

[Which is just her way of suggesting the whole bloody town could use a fresh coat of paint. Something she suspects the Initiative could easily afford.]

Ain't nothin' wrong with that. [Nod of understanding as she tips her drink forward, continues to meet the pace. It's a little nice, not knowing where they're going and without a rush in her step.] Aww, and here I thought you liked danger.

[Brief pause.] —Could do nice with a little color around here, though.

Could do with a lot of things. [But it's not a full dose of cynicism on Chloe's part; more humor, despite the truth. If she had her way, things would be done much differently around here.

For starters, they'd all be going home. Or some alternate, pristine version of it.] Speaking of which, you settling in all right?

Just fine, actually. Few hitches in the road, but nothing too bad. [Little smile as she gives a look around, thinking on the situation a little more.] Few people I know from back home came here with me, apparently.

.... Kinda nice, actually.

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[OPEN] Are there some aces up your sleeve? Have you no idea that you're in deep?

I think you mean 'oh hell yes' c:

my fingers got away from me whoops |D

totally acceptable!

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thanks for reminding me the cute moments in the comics askdf

fffff you're so welcome I love it so much :')

it's wonderful really ahhh c:

no I was so pleasantly surprised by how good it was vs most game comics

same here! I had a few worries but overall it was really satisfying

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