Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 6:12:35 GMT
Johnny couldn't say why precisely he'd been avoiding the bar here on park property. He hadn't been going out as much as a general rule. Had drank himself half stupid the day after winning the Titans of the Midway championship, true, but that was becoming more rare. Mostly, if he was being honest, Johnny just preferred to keep the mingling on his terms. Still, couldn't do this in the booth.
Raike slides into an empty seat, eye on the door, and begins nursing a Long Island Iced Tea. Would any one show? They weren't all exactly the best of friends.
Munin entered the establishment with the ease of a regular. She took her time to meander her way to the bar for a drink, before joining Johnny at the table.
"Evening..."
"Ah, you made it. I was beginning to think no one would show. Not that I'm surprised, best I can tell no one really likes anyone in this company."
Johnny takes a sip of his LIIT, pondering his own statement.
"Well, not counting the brain washed, the Bombtrax and you and Alex. Still, fractious."
The American Wet Dream looks around the bar, scanning for others.
"I have just... every question for you. But I was hoping not to repeat myself. Give the others another few minutes. Then I'll start grilling you about your plans."
Lola enters the bar and looks around, it's pretty deserted apart from Raike and Munin occupying a booth. A sly grin beams across her face as she heads towards them.
Lola: Hey Johnny, how's it hanging?
She backs off, her hands raised defensively.
Lola: I kid, Johnny, I kid. I'm looking for Lydia, she said to meet her here after her kissing booth duties.
"It's within one standard deviation."
Johnny glances at the bar clock.
"You're a little early, she's not done for another five, ten minutes. I take it you've no strong thoughts on the coming war?"
The door opens suddenly and Knux walks in with two smoking hot ladies hanging on his arms. Immediately a few fans bombard him and ask for pictures and autographs. Knux signs and takes a few pics before sending the fans off and the ladies to the bar for some drinks. Knux then eyes Raike and the gang sitting at a booth. He takes a stroll over there and plops down on the seat. He smiles, a cocky grin spread across his face.
Knux:"Told the chicks to put it on your tab. You said you were buying."
Knux laughs as he sits up and waves his fingers towards the bar for a drink. The bartender walks over and lays down a tray of preordered drinks. Knux downs two shot glasses before grabbing his Rum and Coke and taking a sip.
Knux:"So this is who showed up for this problem we"re having? Goddamn, we're fuckin' doomed if this is it..."
Johnny resists the urge to roll his eyes.
"They had better be an intricate part of your plan to stop... well, so far as I can tell John Champa."
Lydia walks into the bar and makes a bee line for Lola greeting her warmly. She hesitates for a moment when she sees Johnny, but he just signs whatever and moves back to the group.
"I'm paying for round one, richest man in the room. And with Munin on here, we have the most important person. What's the plan, honey? Now that they've taken the come and get me bait, how you gonna set this hook?"
Johnny drains the last of his Long Island and returns his gaze.
"Or was this just to sell some seats, and we'll do this shit by the seat of our pants?"
Samedi brings another round of shots of shots by and sits them down in front of Luke Knux as well as a fresh Long Island Ice Tea for Johnny. Lola watches from the bar, waiting for Lydia's arrival. The comments, the anger, it's all coming to the surface. A sheep? A sheep?? She jumps up and heads over to the booth, nudging Knux's arm up as he goes to take another sip of his rum and coke, causing it to spill down his front.
Lola: Fuck yo-- WHAT!?
Samedi grabs her from behind just as her arm was raised to strike. He drags her towards the doorway.
Lola: You're the real sheep Lucus, you punk-
Before she can say anymore Samedi's tosses her out the front door DJ Jazzy Jeff style.
Samedi: There'll be no starting fights in my bar. That's a one month ban for you girl.
Knux is pissed. He tries to wipe off the spilt bev from his shirt, but it doesn't seem to disappear. He simply shrugs and downs a few more shots before taking a sip of the rum and coke combo.
Knux:"Soooo? Why'd you call us here bro? I mean I can sit here and drink up all the booze I can possibly handle until you're a broke mofo, but I actually came here to listen too. So what's up?"
"What's up is we have a series of stated threats from...well, mostly Champa, but I highly doubt he's entirely alone. Still, I have no doubt there will be more."
Johnny takes a large sip, nodding his approval to Samedi. Lydia is quick to follow Lola out the door.
"There doesn't have to be more though. Not if we open this little war with an all out assault. Beat Champa down so brutally, so thoroughly that no one else wants to even think about crossing this company."
Johnny looks at Munin and Knux.
"I don't know that the three of us will be enough, though. Not for the type of beating I have in mind. Open to suggestions though."
Knux pulls a pack of smokes out and drops them on he table with his lighter. He leans forward and twirls the pack on the table with his fingers.
Knux:"I think using him as a statement to GZW that we ain't fuckin' around could work. What kinda beat down you have in mind? I might have someone that could help."
Munin met Samedi's gaze with a smile, as he handed her a Jack and Coke. His amused and all to knowing grin was almost hidden when he turned to make his way to the kitchen.
Lady Munin: I have a plan, I always have a few to be honest. It would be careless not to when events are reliant on other's free will.
Sipping her drink Munin allowed herself a moment to savor the top shelf bottle liquor, before continuing.
Lady Munin: More people will come tonight by the way. PAW members just tend to run on their own clock...you must be patient with them.
No sooner than Lady Munin said those words you heard a voice from in the far corner of the bar.
"Some of us may be here but we are just lurking in the shadows waiting for the right opportunity to jump in."
As you can hear the man chuckle but you have a pretty good idea whom it is by the sound of his voice.
"Patience is a virtue they say. That is complete and utter bullshit. GZW wants to go to war I say we strike first. We strike fucking often. We go for the fucking jugular. No survivors. Whoever is a capsule so be it but PAW will survive this hiccup. GZW realizes this is their last hope. They know if they make a mistake it will be the end of them."
A slight pause as you can hear the chair moving like the man is standing up. As he steps into the light you guessed right it is "The Distinguished" Caleb James O'Donnell. O'Donnell slowly approaches the bar with a 16 oz cup of Guinness in his hand which is already half drunk.
"You may not like me but I really don't give a fuck. This is bigger than all of us. They are fucking with our federation. Our amusement park. GZW is trying to take money out of our pockets. They are trying to take away opportunities for each and everyone one of us. So we have a choice we either put aside our difference or we continue to kill each other. The choice is yours and yours alone."
Johnny gives the smallest of sighs toward O'Donnell. If he was ten percent less of an ass or ten percent more charming, they maybe could have been friends.
"Save the speeches, honey, there's no cameras. But it does seem we're agreed that overwhelming force is the way to go. I'll volunteer for that one. I have ideas."
Johnny looks around at the others.
"Unless someone objects, of course."
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Raike slides into an empty seat, eye on the door, and begins nursing a Long Island Iced Tea. Would any one show? They weren't all exactly the best of friends.
Munin entered the establishment with the ease of a regular. She took her time to meander her way to the bar for a drink, before joining Johnny at the table.
"Evening..."
"Ah, you made it. I was beginning to think no one would show. Not that I'm surprised, best I can tell no one really likes anyone in this company."
Johnny takes a sip of his LIIT, pondering his own statement.
"Well, not counting the brain washed, the Bombtrax and you and Alex. Still, fractious."
The American Wet Dream looks around the bar, scanning for others.
"I have just... every question for you. But I was hoping not to repeat myself. Give the others another few minutes. Then I'll start grilling you about your plans."
Lola enters the bar and looks around, it's pretty deserted apart from Raike and Munin occupying a booth. A sly grin beams across her face as she heads towards them.
Lola: Hey Johnny, how's it hanging?
She backs off, her hands raised defensively.
Lola: I kid, Johnny, I kid. I'm looking for Lydia, she said to meet her here after her kissing booth duties.
"It's within one standard deviation."
Johnny glances at the bar clock.
"You're a little early, she's not done for another five, ten minutes. I take it you've no strong thoughts on the coming war?"
The door opens suddenly and Knux walks in with two smoking hot ladies hanging on his arms. Immediately a few fans bombard him and ask for pictures and autographs. Knux signs and takes a few pics before sending the fans off and the ladies to the bar for some drinks. Knux then eyes Raike and the gang sitting at a booth. He takes a stroll over there and plops down on the seat. He smiles, a cocky grin spread across his face.
Knux:"Told the chicks to put it on your tab. You said you were buying."
Knux laughs as he sits up and waves his fingers towards the bar for a drink. The bartender walks over and lays down a tray of preordered drinks. Knux downs two shot glasses before grabbing his Rum and Coke and taking a sip.
Knux:"So this is who showed up for this problem we"re having? Goddamn, we're fuckin' doomed if this is it..."
Johnny resists the urge to roll his eyes.
"They had better be an intricate part of your plan to stop... well, so far as I can tell John Champa."
Lydia walks into the bar and makes a bee line for Lola greeting her warmly. She hesitates for a moment when she sees Johnny, but he just signs whatever and moves back to the group.
"I'm paying for round one, richest man in the room. And with Munin on here, we have the most important person. What's the plan, honey? Now that they've taken the come and get me bait, how you gonna set this hook?"
Johnny drains the last of his Long Island and returns his gaze.
"Or was this just to sell some seats, and we'll do this shit by the seat of our pants?"
Samedi brings another round of shots of shots by and sits them down in front of Luke Knux as well as a fresh Long Island Ice Tea for Johnny. Lola watches from the bar, waiting for Lydia's arrival. The comments, the anger, it's all coming to the surface. A sheep? A sheep?? She jumps up and heads over to the booth, nudging Knux's arm up as he goes to take another sip of his rum and coke, causing it to spill down his front.
Lola: Fuck yo-- WHAT!?
Samedi grabs her from behind just as her arm was raised to strike. He drags her towards the doorway.
Lola: You're the real sheep Lucus, you punk-
Before she can say anymore Samedi's tosses her out the front door DJ Jazzy Jeff style.
Samedi: There'll be no starting fights in my bar. That's a one month ban for you girl.
Knux is pissed. He tries to wipe off the spilt bev from his shirt, but it doesn't seem to disappear. He simply shrugs and downs a few more shots before taking a sip of the rum and coke combo.
Knux:"Soooo? Why'd you call us here bro? I mean I can sit here and drink up all the booze I can possibly handle until you're a broke mofo, but I actually came here to listen too. So what's up?"
"What's up is we have a series of stated threats from...well, mostly Champa, but I highly doubt he's entirely alone. Still, I have no doubt there will be more."
Johnny takes a large sip, nodding his approval to Samedi. Lydia is quick to follow Lola out the door.
"There doesn't have to be more though. Not if we open this little war with an all out assault. Beat Champa down so brutally, so thoroughly that no one else wants to even think about crossing this company."
Johnny looks at Munin and Knux.
"I don't know that the three of us will be enough, though. Not for the type of beating I have in mind. Open to suggestions though."
Knux pulls a pack of smokes out and drops them on he table with his lighter. He leans forward and twirls the pack on the table with his fingers.
Knux:"I think using him as a statement to GZW that we ain't fuckin' around could work. What kinda beat down you have in mind? I might have someone that could help."
Munin met Samedi's gaze with a smile, as he handed her a Jack and Coke. His amused and all to knowing grin was almost hidden when he turned to make his way to the kitchen.
Lady Munin: I have a plan, I always have a few to be honest. It would be careless not to when events are reliant on other's free will.
Sipping her drink Munin allowed herself a moment to savor the top shelf bottle liquor, before continuing.
Lady Munin: More people will come tonight by the way. PAW members just tend to run on their own clock...you must be patient with them.
No sooner than Lady Munin said those words you heard a voice from in the far corner of the bar.
"Some of us may be here but we are just lurking in the shadows waiting for the right opportunity to jump in."
As you can hear the man chuckle but you have a pretty good idea whom it is by the sound of his voice.
"Patience is a virtue they say. That is complete and utter bullshit. GZW wants to go to war I say we strike first. We strike fucking often. We go for the fucking jugular. No survivors. Whoever is a capsule so be it but PAW will survive this hiccup. GZW realizes this is their last hope. They know if they make a mistake it will be the end of them."
A slight pause as you can hear the chair moving like the man is standing up. As he steps into the light you guessed right it is "The Distinguished" Caleb James O'Donnell. O'Donnell slowly approaches the bar with a 16 oz cup of Guinness in his hand which is already half drunk.
"You may not like me but I really don't give a fuck. This is bigger than all of us. They are fucking with our federation. Our amusement park. GZW is trying to take money out of our pockets. They are trying to take away opportunities for each and everyone one of us. So we have a choice we either put aside our difference or we continue to kill each other. The choice is yours and yours alone."
Johnny gives the smallest of sighs toward O'Donnell. If he was ten percent less of an ass or ten percent more charming, they maybe could have been friends.
"Save the speeches, honey, there's no cameras. But it does seem we're agreed that overwhelming force is the way to go. I'll volunteer for that one. I have ideas."
Johnny looks around at the others.
"Unless someone objects, of course."
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