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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 21 2015, 08:10 PM (187 Views) | |
| ☯Varian | Aug 21 2015, 08:10 PM Post #1 |
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Atlas sat at the bar tapping his fingers along to the guy singing in the far corner, they had made a makeshift stage just for tonight. It was a new thing they were trying, an open microphone karaoke night where all were invited. It was also a rarity due to the fact that many members of the Ascua were under the same roof at the same time and were not arguing amongst each other, getting into fights with strangers or mischief in general. To go along with so many familiar faces in the crowd there were just as many new faces, customers here, there and everywhere. Nate would be pleased no doubt, Atlas spun to face the bar as he thought of Nate's eyes lighting up with dosh signs. "I will have another of whatever you served me before, that tasted pretty damn good." A rather rough looking man with a sword approached the bar and stood next to Atlas, he was dressed completely in black the insignia of the crew tattooed on the left side of his face. The red handle of his blade standing out the most out of all his attire, many people were eyeing the blade with concern on their faces. "A drink for Rei too, the guy needs to relax." Once the swordsman got his drink, he chugged it down in one and proceeded to sit down at the bar and fall asleep. Atlas shrugged at the sight of the sleeping swordsman, Atlas looked back to Nate who was behind the bar tonight. "I sent Forest out to go scout out that gang that will be at the deal tomorrow, has he come back yet?" Another person got up to have a go at karaoke, he was not so good as the last guy and everyone made sure to let him know. The poor guy got down from the makeshift stage quicker than he got up, Atlas felt sorry for him at least the guy had tried though and there was some respect to be given for that. |
| Sanjuro | Aug 24 2015, 05:58 AM Post #2 |
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"I'll call you later, o~kay?" The woman let out a girlish giggle, the up and down motion entrancing Nate for a moment, before his eyes slowly trailed back up to her face. He blew her a kiss and winked before he leant back from across the bar, slipping the napkin with the cell number on it into his pocket. Walking along the length of the bar, grinning at the amount of patrons that had showed up for the open mic night, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of contentment. With a steady flow of alcohol came a steady flow of dosh. Finally reaching the end of the bar that his boss was sitting at, he leant his lower back and elbows against it, sliding a drink across to him before he finished asking for it. "It's called a New York Sour, boss. Wine and whiskey in what most would call a blasphemous combination." He chuckled when Rei showed up; slapping the cheapest beer he had on tap in front of the narcoleptic swordsman. "Cheapskates get cheap booze." He shook his head when the man downed it without even blinking and then proceeded to pass out on his bar. Nate poked him a few times with one of the decorative umbrellas for their cocktails. It never ceased to amaze him how fast Rei could fall asleep. "Huh? Forest? You sure you should be sending him out on his own? He's kind of green, isn't he?" Nate wasn't even really looking at Atlas as he replied, staring up at the stage where some poor guy got ran off by the boos of his crowd. He didn't look that drunk, surely he knew he was a bad singer already right? Maybe the poor guy was tone deaf or something. The bartender shrugged and grinned at a pretty lady that walked past, offering her the same wink and kiss that he offered the woman from earlier. |
| ThatGuy | Aug 24 2015, 11:40 PM Post #3 |
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Forest was stuck doing the tedious work. Scouting out a gang they don't know too much about. They were going to be at a deal tomorrow and he had to make sure nothing shady was going on. But as boring as the job was it was his chance to prove himself to the boss. Honestly he probably should have headed back an hour or two ago. But he had to make sure. Nothing interesting had happened and honestly he wanted to have something to report. Sure it meant issues with the deal but it made him look like he actually did something. Forest simply couldn't wait to start doing things for the gang. He'd been chasing that rush for a while now. Taking a deep breath the man reminded himself he needed to stay calm. Getting too eager could lead to mistakes. The man's patience seemed to have paid off as he saw a rather suspicious individual walking into the building he was checking out. Finally! Something to report. Sneaking around the corner Forest made sure no one was watching. There was definitely something shady going down in there. Nonchalantly walking towards the building he made sure his knife holster was opened. The man had already scoped out the building a few times so he knew exactly what window to hop in. Thankfully Forest had learned how to be quiet when he walked so when he made his way to the next room the people standing outside didn't hear a thing. Still keeping his distance the man looked at what seemed like a deal going down. The suspicious individual was exchanging words and eventually was given cash. A lot of it. The suspicious man pulled out a rifle and began to show it off. A mercenary maybe? Forest couldn't stay long enough to find out as people were heading in his direction. As fast as he could without making noise the man left through the window he came in and headed back to Ascua. Grinning from ear to ear as he thought about the brownie points he might get. |
| ☯Varian | Aug 25 2015, 05:16 AM Post #4 |
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Atlas lit up a cigarette, there was on hell of a scowl on his face. Forest should have been back by now, it was a simple scout job nothing that should have taken to long. "He is late." Atlas finished off the drink poured for him, then places his glass in front of Nate to ask for another serving. Once poured Atlas would take the glass and walk into the back, finding only Noah in the back on his games console as usual. "Kid, if you see Forest tell him the boss is getting impatient." Atlas came back through to the bar, he scowled at a customer who had taken his place at the bar which soon moved the man. "No sense of urgency some people, he is family but damn do I pick them sometimes." Atlas spoke to Nate, he loved each and everyone of his family members even more than if they had shared the same blood. This didn't stop him from getting pissed off with them at times, Atlas was not known for his patience when he set a deadline he expected it to be fulfilled or a good excuse to be the first thing out of their lips. Even Nate had been on the receiving end of an angry Atlas, although not as much as other members of the family. Atlas lit up another cigarette and began tapping on the bar in impatience, he joined in the crowd booing yet another failure of a singer to take his mind of things but that only lasted a short time. Atlas slammed some money on the bar, pointing at the shelf at the back of the bar. "Just give me the bottle." The fact that Atlas had paid was a rarity for a start, the next being he asked for the entire bottle at once rather than slowly draining Nate dry of every drink he had. |
| Sanjuro | Aug 25 2015, 05:43 AM Post #5 |
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Nate sighed and shook his head when he started noticing the signs of Atlas' growing irritation. He poured the man another drink, this time forgoing the cocktail and making it a straight shot of whiskey. The clipped words, the slamming down of the drink, the sudden and brisk walk to the back room; these were all signs that his boss's temper was beginning to flare up. Nate could only pray that that temper did not result in damage to his bar… again. There were only so many times he could stand the damage to his premises. When Atlas reappeared, scaring off a customer in the process, the bartender let out yet another sigh. Why oh why couldn't his boss be someone that understood business. When Atlas demanded the bottle, Nate was sorely tempted to tell him no. That he'd be of no use to anyone if he was drunk when Forest finally did return. Instead of following his gut instinct though, he clicked in tongue in thinly veiled annoyance and placed the bottle in front of the red head, not bothering to take the money. The majority of the dosh the bar made went straight into the Ascua coffers anyway. "If you get out of hand, I will throw you out. I don't care if you are the boss." He knew it was an empty threat, but it still needed to be said. Turning away, he motioned for one of the newbies to come and mind the bar for a bit. Weaving in and out of the crowd, he finally managed to slip out through the back door. He absentmindedly tousled Noah's hair as he walked past and out through the back door. The back door led into an alley with nothing in it really; a dumpster and a few metal trash cans. But it was a convenient way in and out of the bar without having to go through the front. Slipping his phone from his pocket, Nate flicked it open and sent off a text message. 'Get back here now Daniels. If Atlas trashes my bar, I'm holding you responsible.' |
| ThatGuy | Aug 31 2015, 06:23 PM Post #6 |
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As Forest got into his car his phone vibrated. No doubt someone was mad at him for taking so long. But when he read the text his heart skipped a beat. Atlas was mad. If it was anyone else he wouldn't be all that worried. But if there was one person in the group who would get mad enough to actually do something. It was Atlas. Plus pissing off your boss was never a good idea. Especially when you're trying to get more work. Sending a message back he chose his words carefully. 'Sorry something happened and I had to check it out. I'll give a full report when I get to the bar. I'm on my way.' Wasting no time he drove off. Not too fast because he didn't want to get pulled over. That'd take longer than if he just drove the speed limit. But Forest was definitely pushing it on his way to the bar. As he drove he thought about if this little fiasco was going to hurt him or help his chances getting more work. On one hand he might have saved them a lot of trouble if his hunch was correct. But on the other he took too long and pissed off the boss. Only time would tell he supposed. The man arrived at the bar and nonchalantly sped his way through the doors. Taking a quick look around he avoided vomiting. Today was karaoke night. No wonder the boss was pissed. An employee running late and all he had to listen to was shitty singing voices who can barely keep up with the words on the screen. With that the man set out to find Atlas. |
| ☯Varian | Sep 3 2015, 04:07 PM Post #7 |
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Atlas finished the last dregs of the bottle, he handed it to the newbie behind the bar. Giving a slight glare at the poor kid who immediately gulped on eye contact, the newbie moved his eyes away from Atlas' gaze and towards the door as another customer came in. Atlas followed his gaze, only it wasn't a customer at all, Forest has entered the bar looking slightly disgusted with the event that was going on. Atlas could not blame him as there had not been a single decent singer up, even a half decent one would of been good enough. This was beside the point though as Atlas strode over to Forest, grabbing the man by the scruff of his neck. Atlas would attempt to lift him off the ground and carry him off to the back room. "You're late." Atlas would lead him to the back in any event, calling for Nate to come meet them in the back room also. He would drop Forest on the sofa opposite where Atlas would take a seat, assuming Nate would either take seat next to him as the third seat was occupied by Noah. The room itself was square in shape, three sofas on each of the walls the one Atlas sat was to the left of the door as one would enter the room. In the center a large glass table was cluttered with empty soda cans and empty snack wrappers, finally on the fourth wall adjacent to the second sofa was a large TV. A slight crack in the top left corner of the TV, it looked more like a teenage hangout than that of a crime syndicates meeting and operations room. Atlas was first to break the silence after everyone was seated or at least comfortable in some manner. "I trust you have some news and a story to go along with why you are late." Atlas spoke as he leaned back into the sofa, placing one of his feet up on the glass table making himself comfortable. There was only a slight slur in his speech to show that he had been drinking heavily, otherwise for the most part he seemed to have his wits about him., enough to do business that is. |
| Sanjuro | Sep 16 2015, 05:07 AM Post #8 |
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"Take care of it and give me a call when it's done, yeah? Okay, thanks. Next time you come in I've got a case of that whiskey you like." He heard the shouts of Atlas coming from inside and let out a soft sigh before returning his attention to his phone call. "I've got to go. You know how he gets. I'll see you soon. Ciao." Pressing the red button to end the call, Nate snapped his phone shut and stared up at the small sliver of sky he could see between the roofs of the two buildings that made up the back alley. He could barely see the stars, something he was used to he supposed. His adoptive parents lived out on a vineyard, he had only ever been there once, but at night he spent hours staring up at the stars there. Another sigh and he rubbed the back of his neck, shaking the thoughts away and stepping into the backroom of Ascua. Atlas and Forest were already there, sitting around the table. He nodded in greeting to Forest, coming to a halt by the chair Noah was occupying. Sitting down on the armrest, he leant over the teenager and stared at the game he was playing. Resting his chin on the kid's fluffy hair, he pointed at one of the characters on the screen. "You should give him a better shield. The next zone sucks, trust me." Looking up from the screen, he narrowed his eyes at the green haired Forest. He was extremely late, which was worrying on and of itself, but he didn't even looked fazed by Atlas' anger. His gaze subtly cut across to Atlas, taking in his visage. He could smell the alcohol on him from here, he must have finished that entire bottle, but he otherwise looked fine. The bartender mentally scowled but said nothing. Atlas had an incredibly tolerance for alcohol, so this little meeting should still go ahead just fine. It still annoyed him though. Removing his chin from Noah's head, the boy was swatting at him without ever looking away from his game, Nate chuckled and tucked his hands into his pockets, waiting for Forest to start talking. |
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