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 Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 1:11 pm
** Enter Bard **
*Bard fades into one of the seats at the bar. He's trembling visibly. He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath.*
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 1:17 pm
*Luke stares forward, lips pressed thin, jaw square. He turns half a face to where Bard sits in one of the chairs at the bar.*
*He doesn't say anything. He goes back to staring forward. He glares, thinking of what was said over and over again.*
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 1:26 pm
*Bard opens his eyes, seeing Luke right there in front of him. What the Hell? The kid's always in his face these days. It irks the hell out of him. Like he doesn't have enough pressure in his life, he has to deal with this snot-nosed frat boy.*
*Bard lays a trembling hand on his forehead* I'm not in the mood for chitchat right now, Luke.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 1:33 pm
*Luke screws up his face and mouths off.* Hey, did I say anything to you? *Luke thinks "a*****e".*
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 1:42 pm
You weren't talking? *Bard puts on a face of mock disbelief* That's gotta be a first. We ought to get you a medal.
*he makes a shooing motion with his hand* It's a big bar. Find someplace else to play.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 1:55 pm
*Luke's face first holds shock. The shock doesn't hold long. His glare deepens.*
*condescending* Hey you know what? ******** you, a*****e. *stands his ground, proving he's not budging an inch* *under his breath* Cross-dressing b*****d.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 2:02 pm
*Bard doesn't even look at him. He snickers* At least I don't have to jump everything with breasts to remind myself I'm a man.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 2:11 pm
*Luke returns just as quickly* Yeah, whatever, old man. S'matter? MILF's not lettin you churn the butter? *decides that must be it* It's not my fault you pissed off the only piece of a** you were getting in this place.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 2:34 pm
*Bard leaps off his seat, slamming the palms of his hands down on the countertop. He looks Luke dead in the eyes, speaking with a chuckle, his voice dangerously soft*
I must be going deaf in my old age, Luke. For some reason, I thought you just called Maggie a 'piece of a**.' You couldn't possibly be that stupid, could you?
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 2:54 pm
*With what he's seen of them -- screwing in the library and him leaving her in the Brink - it's not surprising what he says next.*
You're the one macking it with her in the library every ******** time I'm in here.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 2:55 pm
*Bard's right hand lashes out, grabbing a fistful of Luke's shirt at the collar and twisting*
Wrong answer.
*he thrusts Luke back, releasing his shirt*
Get your key.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 2:58 pm
*Luke's up and in Bard's face in an instant. Reacting, he pushes Bard backwards by the shoulders. There's good force behind his shove.*
*Luke takes it that Bard wants him to leave the premises, and that's not ******** flying.*
*He's fuming, but his voice is level.* Try and make me.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 2:59 pm
*Bard pushes him back* You want to go at it, kid. We'll go. But I'm not going to fight you in the middle of the God-damned bar, and I can't take you to my time.
So get your key, and we'll settle this in your time. Are we clear now?
((Rule #1 - You don't talk about Brink Club))
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 3:00 pm
*Anger's radiating off of him. His glare holds intensity.* Alright. *muttering* Alright, a*****e. *Luke storms towards the key rack and grabs his key. He reaches the door and unlocks it.*
*He's looking at Bard. This man has NO idea what he's getting himself into. Luke doesn't normally fight senior citizens, let alone romance writing senior citizens - but... with the rage he's got right now - he's willing to make an exception.*
((Rule #2: You DO NOT talk about BRINK CLUB.))
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 3:01 pm
*Bard's face is deadpan. He wants to tear him apart for saying that about Maggie. "Piece of a**..." and what the Hell is a "MILF" anyway?*
*Somewhere deep inside he knows this isn't the only battle he's fighting. He's projecting two other fights on Luke. He knows it isn't fair. What's more, he knows he goaded the kid into this. For once, he doesn't care.
*he smirks. The little puppy doesn't know who he's messing with*
Come on. *he grips Luke's shoulder hard* Let's see what your home turf is like.
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