2019.11.18: Trouble on Two Legs
| 2019.11.18: Trouble on Two Legs | |
|---|---|
| Dawson warns a unbelievably sexy woman who wanders into the Styx that she should probably wet her whistle elsewhere. | |
| IC Date | Nov 19, 2019 |
| IC Time | Night |
| Players | Sofia_Visconti, Dawson |
| Location | Styx and Stones |
| Spheres | Meh |
--A typical evening at the Styx--
So the white-haired guy walks over to the woman, sliding behind the bar so that he can talk to her without yelling over the background noise of the patrons. "So what's up? You meeting someone here or what?" He doesn't seem to be interested in the details - just curious why she would show up alone.
Sofia watches the white haired guy as he slides behind the bar. She tilts her head then she downs the shot "im not meeting anyone, just out and about. Enjoying what the city has to offer"
"Yeah well...," Dawson begins, "unless you want an entire pack of vikings trying to stuff you into the back of a panel van, how about you finish your drink and head out of here?" He gives the bikers a quick glance and the men seem to be calculating their next move. A few have pulled out cellphones to either take pics of the woman or to coordinate their future plans.
"I'd rather not have to deal with cleaning up the mess you're about to start."
Sofia licks her lips gently sighs, almost pouting. Her eyes shift to the pack and she cocks an eyebrow. She gets to her feet and figures she couldn't deal with all of them. Sofia pays for her drinks and leaves the bartender a hefty tip "So they'd try to take me here in public?"
"They might wait until you got out the door if I'm lucky. Outta my sight - outta my mind" the white-haired man explains. "This ain't just your typical watering hole; this is the Styx." As if answer to the man's warning, two of the bikers jump up from their table and head outside in the hopes of positioning themselves better should they want to make a grab for the woman. The other four remain and wait to see what Dawson does.
Sofia looks to the bikers as they make their moves. "Alright then, thanks for the warning. I do not wish to bring you any trouble" She leans forward and whispers "Might there be a back door i can use?"
Dawson seems relieved that she's taking his advice and looks towards the kitchen door. "I wouldn't. It goes into a dark alley that no one can really see from the street. Great for deliveries during the day but basically a trap at night." He looks to the front and then to the bikers who seem to be starting their hunt and whispers to the woman, "I'll distract them - just get out."
