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[Hubris Incalculable]

((And does mine pass inspection?))

[Simmura McCrea]

((Looks good to me, start posting.))

[Fniff]

Johnny was already at the bar, eating some crisps. However, he was visibly hating it. He throw the crisps to the ground, and grabbed the barman's neck.

"You give me a refund now!"

"I...I'm sorry, but that's what you asked for?"

"That wasn't crisps! That was dried animal shit! Now give me my money!"

The frightened bartender quickly gave 100 dollars to the insane Irish youth, and Johnny slowly santered over to the card game.

"So, what sort of pussy games are you folks playing?"

[Simmura McCrea]

Simmura grinned as the Irishman threatened the barman. I think I like this guy. He continued to watch the volatile man as he approached a card game.

[Hubris Incalculable]

Samuel, tired from a day of fruitless job hunting, dragged his feet into the bar and slumped down at a table. After watching some rough dude forcibly claim a refund for some apparently disgusting potato chips, he pulled out a pack of cards for an obscure and rather geeky game*, and proceeded to improvise a form of Klondike solitaire with them.

After a few rounds of play, he became aware that the bartender was standing in front of his table.

"Are you going to order a drink, boy?" The bar tender asked.

"Oh, yeah. I'll have a pint of bitter, thanks." Samuel replied.

After being ID'd by the barman, who then walked back to the bar to prepare the drink, Samuel resumed his play.

*PDF file

[Fniff]

Johnny wanders over to Sam's table, and sits down. He promptly turns the table over, ruining the card arrangement and the arrangement of the table itself.

"So, you like pussy games, eh?"

Johnny pulls out a knife, and looks at Sam.

"So, you ever hear of Card Throwing?"

[Hubris Incalculable]

"Yeah. dumb tricks for lame-oes who can't hit a clay pidgeon with a machine-gun," Samuel replies, while righting the table. "Anyway, don't you try it on my Tall Card deck. I've got a regular deck here, if you must show off your lame-ness."

[Fniff]

"Wrong type. That's for NRA members with erections for the death of cards. No, this is different. See that chair over there? Toss a card there."

[Simmura McCrea]

Simmura watched the scene from across the room, eager for some good knifeplay, maybe a fight.

((Strife, do I have a gun or not? I don't think you said.))

[Riccto]

Jon Leans back in his chair interestedly, wondering how this fight would escalate

[Hubris Incalculable]

"Naw, I said card-throwing is for lamers." Samuel says to Johnny. "You do it, if you like, lamer."

[Fniff]

"Hmm."

Johnny tosses a card over to the chair. It fails to get on the chair. He takes up the knife, and quickly cuts off a section of Samuel's pinky.

"Fun game. Every time you fail, you cut a section of the opponent's body off. Dicks are obviously excluded, but everything is fair game."

[Hubris Incalculable]

Growling in pain at Johnny's dirty trick, Samuel throws a heavy punch at him, landing it on the jaw.

"You bitch! That was fucking stupid, you know that?"

Samuel tears off part of his shirt to warp around his pinky to stop th bleeding, then takes the piece that Johnny cut up to the bartender and asks him to put it on ice.

[Fniff]

Johnny throws the knife, barely missing Samuel, but landing directly between the bartender's eyes. Croaking, the bartender falls over and dies.

"Funnily enough, I was aiming for you, but the bartender owed money for the mob, so I was sent to kill him. Also, it nipped a bit of your hair off, so you don't need a haircut. Great."

[Hubris Incalculable]

Samuel stomps over to Johnny, and kicks him in the groin, then in the stomache, causing him to fall over. Then Samuel places his foot on Johnny's throat.

"Listen, you idiotic bog-dweller, I came here for a drink and some company, not so i could have my hand cut off. Now, either you get up, apologise, and pay for surgery to reattach my finger, or i stand here with my foot on your throat until you choke. what's it going to be?"