Drinkers, Linkers and Thinkers

[Robin]

*Robin leans back to avoid the swaying man.*

Should have guessed this would happen. I knew I should have taken Merlin's anger management course in my previous life...

Now look here - she already did lose a job, if you remember what I was saying correctly. However, unscrupulous as she may be, it looks like she has been holding onto this one perfectly well, so let's not jump to any conclusions.

Not that I'm above a citizen's arrest, but I'm not wanting to cause anything more of a scene...

*Robin mutters to himself...* And besides, sir, it's not really your business. The only business here... is hers.

[Young Grimwold]

Thike: *Continuing to slur his words* Tha's qui'e interesting, but it doesn' make me not angry with you. And ashley, I'm so angry that I think I'm going to punch you. *Turning to face the rest of the punters* Ashley, I'm so angry that I think I'm going to punch him!

Ashley P. Thike: *From across the room* Go on, bro, you show 'im!

*Richard Thike, subscribing to the doctrine that states that nothing says "I'm still young" like a tavern fight, proceeds to swing a slow punch in Robin's vague direction with his right fist.*

[Callimpsest]

*Callimpsest, a little uneasy about Zeytan's question, smiles politely but remains quiet for the moment. He turns to watch the spectacle that Richard S. Thike is making of himself.*

[Robin]

Thunk.

*Thike's fist has connected with Robin's open palm. He is surprisingly strong, and Robin - quick as he was - was surprised at the force he had to stop. His muscles tense.*

Let's not do this. Let's REALLY not do this...

[Young Grimwold]

*Thike falls back to catch his breath. Lanesra takes the opportunity to bring Callimpsest's, Zeytan's and PhoenixFlame's drinks to their table. She returns to the bar to prepare the rest of the group's order.

The piper is playing Kung Fu Fighting.*

Slevela: Listen to the man, Thike. If you want to do something with your muscles, get back down the mines and push some rocks around.

Thike: You saying I'm only good for rolling stones? You're as bad as that roof-maker girl.

Slevela: Spurned you, did she?

Thike: I said to 'er, "I can't get no satisfaction. Let's spend the night together." And she said no. I used to love 'er, but it's all over now.

Slevela: Maybe miners and thatchers aren't meant to get along. Just go and sit down, will you?

Thike: No! I have to defend Syzza's honour! All the ale I got in me will make me stronger and quicker than the soberer likes of him!

*Thike throws another punch, as languid as before.*

[Robin]

Thunk.

Ouch. That hurts a little.

*Robin gives Thike a gentle push backwards.*

I warn you again, let's not do this. You try to hit me again, and I won't be responsible for my actions. Seriously.

[Young Grimwold]

Thike: Well tha's good to know. Wouldn' wanna waste my time dusting up a weakling coward!

*Thike, his reflexes still sluggish, thrusts his hand toward Robin's shoulder, intending to grab him and throw him to the floor.*

[OOC: Feel free to puppet Thike as much as you like, if it makes choreographing a fight easier!]

[Robin]

*Robin goes limp as Thike's hand grabs his shoulder. Thike, surprised at how weak his opponent actually is, gives a drunken roar and throws Robin down towards the floor.*

Thike: Haaaargh!

*At the last second, Robin's muscles all tense up. As he hits the floor, his hands cushion his fall, and he does a complicated roll ending in a backwards leap.*

Thike: Where'z'a'?

*Robin has leapt around to behind Thike, landing with an odd sort of pirouette behind him. Hs flourish appears exuberant, but that's Robin for you.*

Thike: You're cruishin' for a... for a...

*He swings for Robin. This time, Robin doesn't hold back. The open palm that meets Thike's blow is as hard as steel.*

Robin: Bruising?

Splatch.

*Robin's fist has connected with Thike's cheek. He gives a groan, and sways for a bit.*

*Pause.*

Wham.

*Robin looks from the unconscious form of Thike on the floor, to the table of KMBS onlookers, to the bar.*

Robin: Sorry about that.

[Julian Lapin]

[ModNote: Continued from Making a Delivery.]

'This looks like the place' said Julian. 'Bout time too, I'm starving. Come on, let's head inside.'

'Aren't you like, gonna, sidestep or something?' suggested Kenji.

'Sidest- what the hell for?'

'Oh come on, Chief, you know the traditions. It's not a proper fantasy type pub unless the heroes are greeted by a drunken reveller collapsing out of the door with a knife in their teeth or an amputated arm or something.'

'Kenji, contrary to popular belief, our lives are not dictated by what we read in works of fiction.'

'What about H P Lovecraft? You think we're wearing these things for giggles?' exclaimed Kenji, punctuating his statement by pointing at the top of a chain around his neck.

'That's DIFFERENT, and you know it. Look, this is a perfectly respectable inn, populated by people who do not get their kicks by biting each other's ears off. Okay?'

Kenji shrugged, and at his beckoning Julian opened the door. As the two stepped inside, their eyes darted from the prone form on the floor, to the slightly battered man standing above him.

'Not. A. Word' mumbled Julian to Kenji, who was already wearing a grin as wide as his face.

[Young Grimwold]

*As Thike hits the floor, there is sporadic cheering from the various punters who had been supporting Robin. A few coins are changing hands among those who had made bets with their fellows over the outcome of the fight. Slevela looks at Robin.*

Slevela: On the contrary, I'd say the old chap needed it. More ale?

*Meanwhile, Lanesra crosses to the door to greet the new arrivals.*

Lanesra: It isn't usually like this. Normally we have an ogre.

[Zeytan]

*Malark who has been sitting quietly on the KMBS's party's table looked curiusly at the prone figure on the floor and then at the two figures who had just walked in. Their clothing was unusal. At least it was in the eyes of a Mire-Crab who had never seen wasit coats and such before.*

*His Curiosity piped he scutled down off of the table and across the floor to were Julian and Kenji stood he started scuttuleing around them, sizeing them up and trying to figure what they were and why they were dressed so strange. They looked human but he'd never seen any humans dress like this not even high class people.*

[Ed Kenji]

Kenji led the expedition towards the bar, steadfastly believing that everything would be fine once they reached it. He stepped delicately over a crustacean whose beady eyes had been tracking him across the room. He nudged Jules,
"That one's giving you the eye."

Kenji patted his waistcoat pockets, the pouch of coins reassuring him as he called gaily for the barkeep.

[Julian Lapin]

Jules followed, feeling slightly bewildered at being 'given the eye' by a crab. As he passed, he nodded at the crustaceon and muttered 'How'd you do'. Then he subsequently felt ridiculous.

Finally reaching the bar and tactfully avoiding making eye contact with anyone else, he leaned upon the counter in an attempt to project a feeling of relaxed familiarity, as though this kind of thing was second nature to him. He scanned the area behind the bar and tried to catch the notice of any nearby provider of drinks.

[Young Grimwold]

*Lanesra follows the newcomers to the bar, and steps behind it. Maybe they didn't realise she was one of the barmaids when they ignored her at the door, but it should now be plain to see. She smiles, keeping half an eye on Malark.*

Lanesra: Welcome to the Crazed Heifer, Sirs. What'll you have?

[Zeytan]

*Malark is some what preturbed by Kenji stepping over him. In Atlantian society this is considered extremly rude due to the Atlaintians hvaeing a very high regarde for sealife of which crustaceans were part of.*

*He was more encouraged by Julian at least haveing the curtasey to nod and acknolage him. He blew some pink bubbles at Julian. Then scuttled after the two.*

"Malark leave the gentelmen alone their trying to get some liquied reffreshment."

*Zeytan called out in a some what amused voice as he watched his pet and travaling companion make a minnor nuissnes of himself. But Malark was to intent on these two strangly dressed individuals.*