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[Hubris Incalculable]

Sam staggers to his feet, weak from blood loss, and looks behind the bar for a proper first aid kit. He wraps his finger's stub with gauze and a bandage.

"Dude gave me a hundred gorram dollars and expects that to cover it?" he grumbles.

[Strife26]

Alrighty, time for some retconning, I think.


The bartender was not killed via a single thrown knife to the head, however, it did impact center mass. The bartender (whom I named Adam and actually had characterization for) is currently attempting to stem the bleeding with a bar towel. Sam's finger wasn't cut off, just a heavy gash, and he found a normal first aid kit behind the bar.

[Taricus]

Taric returned to his seat after the commotion was over, intent on finishing his drink and watching the game on TV.
"You going to be okay?, I could provide a lift to the hospital if you want, Or are you fine with that bandaging?"
Taric watched sam as he trated his wound, hoping no more blood came from it, he then saw the bartender get up holding a towel.
"Bloody hell adam, you OK?"

[Riccto]

Jon strided across the bar towards the bartender, attempting to assist him in any way possible
"Really. Who goes around chucking knives. Barbaric."

[Taricus]

"Exactly, Not a good way to leave an impression" As Taric treated the bleeding, he started to feel nausious as he saw the amount of blood on the ground due to the wound. He leapt over the bar and threw up.
"And I only had one drink too..."

[Luke_Prowler]

From across the street of the bar which the majority of the cast had gathered, and man was sitting alone on a bus bench while reading today's newspaper. He wore a tan pair of pants, a cheap leather black coat, a blue shirt with "My other suit is power armor" on the front, and aviator glasses partly hidden under his unkempt black hair. He seemed to be an aura of calm around him, a small smile on his face as he flipped through the pages.

Luke was not waiting for the bus, or anything for that matter. He was there as a sort of vacation, a rest between contracts. He has found that he was most at peace in the middle of a busy street, the white noise keeping his otherwise busy mind pacified. Of course this ran counter to the feel of his concealed sawed-off shotgun pressing against his side. Normally he preferred something bigger, like a SPAZ-12 or something even bigger, but none of those can be hidden by a coat.

His odd meditation was broken when he saw something happening in the bar across the street. Several people had suddenly left it, as if something inside had scared them off. "Now what's going on over there..." Luke said as he put the paper away and continued to watch the door for further development.

[Simmura McCrea]

Simmura stood up, sliding the first aid kit away from the bleeding man. "Let me handle this, I've had plenty of experience with knife wounds." He treated the bartender and the injured patron as best as he could.

[Riccto]

Ric looks to the other man with a nod and holds his hands up as if he were surrendering "Better for you to deal with it than me."

[Ahra]

´´ahra had watched everything and wondered if everyone was like this in this bar`` soo who the hell are you?, normal pepole dont carry knives and throws them into someones face

[Fniff]

"Just your everyday Irish mercanary, just killing people on a daily basis. Hey, bartender, I suggest you go into hiding."

[Strife26]

The bartender just stares at the psychopath, somewhat more concerned about his bleeding chest-wound.

[Simmura McCrea]

"Shush, you. Barman don't get killed, because barmen serve beer. Even if it's this American crap, it's still beer. Ye keep threatening him, ye'll find me, and I suspect a few others, won't be too happy wi' ye. Speaking o' beer, I expect at least one free round fer patching ye up."

[Strife26]

"Wha? Yeah . . . sure . . ."


He's kind of out of it right now, unsurprisingly.

[Luke_Prowler]

Sadly Luke's curiosity had gotten the better of him. Walking across the road (at a designated cross walk of course. It would be embarrassing to be caught because of a jaywalking ticket) he headed to the bar door and peaked inside. Inside he saw the small group of psychopaths and the bleeding bartender in the corner. Luke lets out a sigh. Gee, what does this remind him of?

He pulled a cell phone from his pocket, an ancient machine nearly as old as he was, and called the local emergency number to report the injury. Of course he didn't mention the other people inside who had most likely attack him, deciding to give them a chance to get out. Luke walked into the bar, holding a rather out of place smile.

"Ah hello ladies and gentlemen" He introduced himself "I'm sorry to break up your little party, but it might be better to get on the road before the ambulance shows up"

[Fniff]

"Hmm. Good point. Except not at all. The fuck are you?"