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[Little]

"Trade you my name for a smoke, my new Irish friend."

[Simmura McCrea]

"Scots, miss. An' I don't smoke."

[Little]

"Shame about not smoking. The name's Amber, not that names go far these days."

[Hubris Incalculable]

Samuel, never one for much talking, says "Samuel," before walking over to the bar and ordering a root-beer and 3 fingers of scotch. His mind, still stuck on his recent encounter with that Irish sociopath, was blurred from anger and blood loss. As he looked over the events in his mind, one word surfaced from his mouth-

"Shit".

Telling the barman to wait with the drink, he rushed out of the pub and back to the one he too recently left.

"Shitshitshitshit..." he mutters as he dashes down the street. weak and tired, he finally arrives at the bar and retrieves his laptop bag and his cards. breathing a huge sigh of relief, he rushes back to the other pub, in time for his drink.

[Fniff]

Johnny hid from the squadcar, and entered the pub. It was a lot more lively then he would have liked, but he could deal with it. Suddenly, he spotted Sam. Johnny smiled, and held the knife tight in his pocket. Then he stopped. What the fuck was he doing? This guy was basically harmless. Maybe he was getting a little too caught up. This was a little too much towards a guy who didn't do anything. Johnny knew he was quite fucked in the head, but still, this was too much.

That, and he felt he needed a friend in this new city. He did kind of mutilate Sam though...This is going to be hard.

Johnny sighed, and let go of the knife. He put on his best smile (Similar to a Glasgow Smile, but even more forced.) and walked over to Sam.

"Uh...So! The...Football! That...Team won! Wasn't it a great match?! I know right!"

Johnny wished he knew a thing about sports.

[Hubris Incalculable]

"G... T... F... O, you jerk" responds Samuel with a snarl and a kick aimed at the nads. "Anyway, anyone knows that football sucks. Hockey's the real game."

((GO, CANUCKS!))

[Little]

((GO CANUCKS!))

"So, Simmura, I'm broke and need cash."

[Strife26]

((Fuck the Canucks. There's only three hockey teams I actively dislike. Vancouver is one of them.))

[Ahra]

drop me out.

[Archangel]

Meanwhile, in the back room of a shady bar on the other side of town...
A well dressed man is sitting behind a desk, looking at the pieces of a disassembled pistol laid out in front of him, and muttering. Archangel is ushered into the room by a massive thug and sits in the battered but comfortable chair opposite the man, who looks up with an expression that manages to be both bored and questioning. Archangel leans forward and starts examining the gun parts, cleaning this and adjusting that, and says, "G'day mate, I'm looking for a job and I was told you could help me out. Amongst other things, I'm good with a gun, a heavy weapons specialist. What have you got for me?"

((Plot development ahoy!))

[Simmura McCrea]

"So git a job. An' I'll warn ye now, just in case, pickpocketin' me tends tae lead tae a sudden an' unexplained lack o' fingers. Wallet's in the left hip pocket, if yer wondering."

[Fniff]

Johnny clutched his crotch. Alright.

Johnny took out his knife, and charged towards Sam.

[Luke_Prowler]

(GO RED WINGS! *pelted with bricks*)

"Well if you're short on cash, I'm sure that's plenty of-" Luke was about to tell Amber off when he noted Sam leaving.He wondered what he was up to. Whne he returned he saw that he had a labtop bag...and Johnny.

"Shit, that bastard followed us" Luke said as he got up and walked over to the fight. He saw the knife and knew he had to intervene "Hey!" He yelled, reaching into his cheap leather coat and grabbing his shotgun, though not pulling it out just yet. "Why don't you pick on someone a little bigger than you"

[Taricus]

Taric had tailed the group to the new pub, though instead of going inside, he stood outside trying to sell some couterfeit merchandise.

[Fniff]

Johnny looked towards Luke. Yeah, he could take him. Maybe. Who knows. Johnny was getting tired of all this shit, and just wanted a few moments of peace. He had to admit, he may have provoked a bit but these guys were just kinda misjudging him.

"Listen, I made a fucking effort to be nice. This little fucker kicks me in the fucking balls and tells me to fuck off. So, what if I fucking castrate him and rip up his little pretty face? I am trying to be nice, for fuck's sake! That's not something I do every day!"