05-10-2007, 05:03 AM
Unpleasant; the only words one could use to describe the stench that was aloft the bar room. However, to many a nose the stench had fallen upon impaired receptors, warriors cared not for the pleasantries of a smell. And though he did not share this ignorance the rest of the fighters bestowed there he sat. Beautiful blonde hair ensnared within a mangy red hat as the fighter refused to allow his morals and values challenge his desire for the whiskey.
?Why you don?t seem to be enjoying yourself at all? the brisk soothing sound of a female?s voice broke into the drunker stir that was Olibu?s head. Amplified by his intoxication Olibu observed that she was a very beautiful woman, but paid no mind. He wasn?t here for women, he knew that much. Just what he was here for, he knew not, but it was certainly not for the skirts.
?Must people at these shindigs are happy, celebrating even. Brutes like yourself come here for the blood sport, not to drink away sorrows. What?s got you down?? Olibu began to say something, but the words were drowned out by the alcohol he indulged in.
?Hey sweet cheeks, over here?
?Ugh, asshole. Well, I had better get to that, so when you feel like stringing those words together to have a conversation, let me know.?
Just like that she was gone, but Olibu didn?t mind, in fact he was pleased. Without her he could continue to drink himself far into the unconscious state, which was just fine with him. The blonde raised his glass to his lips allowing the fluid to slosh into his mouth, as well as dampening the bar.
Then it came. Sounds he was all to familiar with, the sounds of the world he had awoken to just one year ago.
?Let go of me. I?ll get your order, just take your hands off me.? The female?s voice came once more, ?You damned fighters have no manors.?
?Oh baby, I like it when they play hard to get.?
?Stop it, you?re hurting me!?
The man who had wrapped his rather massive fingers around the waitress?s wrists tugged on her, forcing her upon his lap. ?Now what do you say you give daddy a kiss?? he spoke with a drunken haze which was followed by laughter and nasty gestures with his tongue.
?I believe the woman said no, sir,? the words flowed out of Olibu?s mouth with great ease, as though they had finally found their home. The man tilted his head at the blonde fighter and just laughed. He then proceeded to slide his hand up the woman thigh, which did little for Olibu?s anger.
?I said let her go.?
?Oh Mr. big shot! You gonna make me?? the man finally paying attention to Olibu spoke as he tossed the woman to the side. The man arose to his feet, standing an impressive 6?7 with an odor twice that size.
?Now, I don?t want any trouble.? Olibu managed to say just as his breath was taken from him by the man?s massive fist slamming into Olibu?s stomach.
?Too bad, cause trouble you?ve got. So what are you gonna do about it??
Olibu, who had buckled over to gasp for air, returned to his posture and stared into the wild eyes of the oaf. The man looked right back, absent of any intimidation and smirked, ?That?s what I thought, you?re a pussy.?
Just as he finished he applied force to the jaw structure of Olibu, impaling it with a clobber knocker of a punch. The blow left the blonde hero upon his back with a serious tooth ache. ?She ain?t shit to get yourself beat up over. Ain?t nothing but a whore anyway.? The brute spoke as he exited the bar, accompanied by Olibu?s dignity and pride.
(Didn't wanna bug ya without askin ya Celipa, you can interact with me if ya want, anyone can.)
?Why you don?t seem to be enjoying yourself at all? the brisk soothing sound of a female?s voice broke into the drunker stir that was Olibu?s head. Amplified by his intoxication Olibu observed that she was a very beautiful woman, but paid no mind. He wasn?t here for women, he knew that much. Just what he was here for, he knew not, but it was certainly not for the skirts.
?Must people at these shindigs are happy, celebrating even. Brutes like yourself come here for the blood sport, not to drink away sorrows. What?s got you down?? Olibu began to say something, but the words were drowned out by the alcohol he indulged in.
?Hey sweet cheeks, over here?
?Ugh, asshole. Well, I had better get to that, so when you feel like stringing those words together to have a conversation, let me know.?
Just like that she was gone, but Olibu didn?t mind, in fact he was pleased. Without her he could continue to drink himself far into the unconscious state, which was just fine with him. The blonde raised his glass to his lips allowing the fluid to slosh into his mouth, as well as dampening the bar.
Then it came. Sounds he was all to familiar with, the sounds of the world he had awoken to just one year ago.
?Let go of me. I?ll get your order, just take your hands off me.? The female?s voice came once more, ?You damned fighters have no manors.?
?Oh baby, I like it when they play hard to get.?
?Stop it, you?re hurting me!?
The man who had wrapped his rather massive fingers around the waitress?s wrists tugged on her, forcing her upon his lap. ?Now what do you say you give daddy a kiss?? he spoke with a drunken haze which was followed by laughter and nasty gestures with his tongue.
?I believe the woman said no, sir,? the words flowed out of Olibu?s mouth with great ease, as though they had finally found their home. The man tilted his head at the blonde fighter and just laughed. He then proceeded to slide his hand up the woman thigh, which did little for Olibu?s anger.
?I said let her go.?
?Oh Mr. big shot! You gonna make me?? the man finally paying attention to Olibu spoke as he tossed the woman to the side. The man arose to his feet, standing an impressive 6?7 with an odor twice that size.
?Now, I don?t want any trouble.? Olibu managed to say just as his breath was taken from him by the man?s massive fist slamming into Olibu?s stomach.
?Too bad, cause trouble you?ve got. So what are you gonna do about it??
Olibu, who had buckled over to gasp for air, returned to his posture and stared into the wild eyes of the oaf. The man looked right back, absent of any intimidation and smirked, ?That?s what I thought, you?re a pussy.?
Just as he finished he applied force to the jaw structure of Olibu, impaling it with a clobber knocker of a punch. The blow left the blonde hero upon his back with a serious tooth ache. ?She ain?t shit to get yourself beat up over. Ain?t nothing but a whore anyway.? The brute spoke as he exited the bar, accompanied by Olibu?s dignity and pride.
(Didn't wanna bug ya without askin ya Celipa, you can interact with me if ya want, anyone can.)