Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

When GOB got to the bar tonight, he found a letter.

Mr. George Oscar Bluth II,

This is a notice that the continued magical protection of the nightclub Caritas from the forces of violence have hereby been stripped due to your continued negligence in paying our monthly fee. Henceforth, any act of violence committed inside Caritas will no longer be magically blocked. The resultant damage from any violence inside your nightclub is therefore the responsibility of you and you alone.

May the gods have mercy upon your club since we no longer will.

"Sincerely, a bunch of wizard jerks," GOB read, replacing the names of the wizards with an insult largely because he couldn't pronounce their names.

"Ooh, I'm so scared. It's not like anything ever happens here. I mean, who's going to throw a punch anyway? Me? You, Tino? I bet you punch like a... like a ... like a chicken! NO! Like a girl. NO! A girl chicken. You punch like a girl chicken. I mean, COME ON! Nobody's even tried anything in months. Worst case, I just tell everyone that nothing's changed. How hard can that be? Come on."

[OOC: Fight. Fight. Fight. Fight. If you're here to fight, there is a fight thread below. If you're here for a drink and not the fight, maybe use the bar thread early on. And then flee.

ETA: I forgot to mention, Tino is fair game in the fight. He's out from behind the bar, so go wild on him.]

Comments

The Stage [9/28]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

Pre-fight.

The Bar [9/28]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

Pre-fight.

Re: The Bar [9/28]

[george-m-bluth.livejournal.com]

George Michael wandered in because he wanted a beer. Dick introduced him to it and he wanted it. Besides he had money just burning a hole in his pocket. And it was not sex money.

Okay it was but did that really matter?

Re: The Bar [9/28]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"Hey, George Michael," GOB said. "What can I get you?"

Re: The Bar [9/28]

[stanleykeyworth.livejournal.com]

Stan was in the bar, nursing a vodka tonic. It was his second. Maybe his third.

Re: The Bar [9/28]

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Of course Mary was out at the bar on a Friday night. She's a Vegas girl and Vegas girls don't spend Friday night at home.

"Looks like you're working on a few drinks over there," she commented to Stan.

Re: The Bar [9/28]

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy came in looking for a fight a good time. Not dirty. Unless some good looking girl wants to, in which case he might be persuaded.

The Lounge [9/28]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

Pre-fight.

The Fight [9/28]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

GOB looked over to Tino. "See?" he asked. "Nobody knows anything about the spell not working. You could even girly chicken punch me and nobody would notice."

Tino decided to test this theory. GOB stumbled backwards. He shook it off, rushed forward, and shoved Tino over the bar into whomever happened to be sitting there. He then ducked behind the counter as he head the zombies yell "RAAAAARRRRRRR IIIIIIIIGHT!"

[OOC: Fighting can start here!]

Re: The Fight [9/28]

[just-add-starch.livejournal.com]

Fraser, who'd come in for a quick drink after work, wasn't surprised to see GOB start some form of violence but he was surprised to see Tino, the quiet bartender, come flying over the bar, knocking his water into his uniform and getting him wet.

"Mr. Bluth!" Fraser shouted, looking towards the space where GOB had just been. "What was that for? Really, was that necessary?"

Re: The Fight [9/28]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"He punched me first!" GOB yelled from under the bar.

Re: The Fight [9/28]

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool hadn't been splashed or even affected by the bartender gone wrong. No, he was more interested in the sudden violence that was happening and not making people disappear...

So he shoved Fraser. It was science. Really.

Re: The Fight [9/28]

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy jerked back in shock, dodging the flying barman. "Son of a-!"

he needs someone to fight.

Re: The Fight [9/28]

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly stepped back out of the way of Tino and the splashes. Then she backed up again to watch the red-clad girlfight.

"Five on Deadpool?" she tried experimentally.

Re: The Fight [9/28]

[just-add-starch.livejournal.com]

Oh, look, there's a hat sailing pretty quickly towards Aly's face. And then thrower is currently underneath a big pile of red but still, it was a pretty accurate throw.

Re: The Fight [9/28]

[spacepiratevala.livejournal.com]

"Make it ten and you're on," Vala said, coming up behind Aly with her drink.

Re: The Fight [9/28]

[no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com]

"I'll take that bet. My money's on the Mountie," Thursday replied from a few feet away.

Re: The Fight [9/28]

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

As if controlled by some cosmic force, maybe something along the lines of The Phoenix or Nicieza, Deadpool randomly caught hold of poor Tino and punched him. In the face. "THAT'S FOR NOT GIVING ME AN ADORABLE UMBRELLA IN MY DRINK"

Re: The Fight [9/28]

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

Josh stomped into the bar, looking for a drink. There had been mice in his office. What. the. hell.

...Oh, great, and now a bar fight.

"I WANT A DRINK!" he yelled.

Like that wasn't an invitation to get hit with one.

Re: The Fight [9/28]

[suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com]

Barney sat sipping his drink, watching the bar fight. Too bad there weren't any hot chicks here.

Re: The Fight [9/28]

[no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com]

Thursday came in for a drink just in time to see the fighting barmen. She watched in mild concern, then amusement and went to join the fledgling crowd.

Re: The Fight [9/28]

[daimonhost.livejournal.com]

Souichi Tomoe didn't get out much, but Friday night seemed like it would be a good time to head down to the local bar for a drink.

He walked into the building to discover a major fistfight going on. He broke out into a wide glowing grin at the sight.

"I knew there was a reason I liked this town."

Re: The Fight [9/28]

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Tink hated everyone. And the absinthe was running low.

FIGHT TIME.

She zipped around looking for someone to kick. Anyone. Everyone.

Re: The Fight [9/28]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

GOB was tired of hiding. He grabbed his soda dispenser gun thingies and shot wildly at... well, anyone and everyone he could hit with a less than mighty stream of Coke.

OOC [9/28]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

FIGHT!