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{{Infobox Log
|name      = 2019.05.12: From Bad to Worse
|summary   = It started with Grinch and Izayah facing off, and ends with Sierra running from her past.
|icdate    = May 02, 2019
|ictime    = Night
|players   = [[Sierra]],[[Izayah]],[[Grinch]],[[Hardy]]
|location  = [[Styx and Stones]]
|spheres   = Mortal+, Werewolf, Vampire
}}

[[Category:Logs]][[Category:Styx and Stones]]
[[Category:Sierra]]
[[Category:Izayah]]
[[Category:Grinch]]
[[Category:Hardy]]

[[File:Sierra.jpg|250px|right]]
[[File:izayah.jpg|250px|right]]
[[File:Grinch-smoke.jpg|250px|right]]
[[File:Hardy2.jpg|250px|right]]
The regular roar of a motorcycle rumbles to a stop outside, nothing unusual for this place. A few moments later and Sierra pushes open the door and heads inside, a nod to the man at the door as she passes, who laughs and is about to say something when she lifts a hand, a single warning finger, "Don't. Say. A word.".

That was one heavily drunken night to remember. All the preparations now gone, the pool tables have a few people having a game, while the usual bikers sit in the corner doing their deals. Heading up to the bar, she gives a, "Hey Danny.", in greeting to the bartender, then turns to rest her back against the bar, so she can keep a watch on the patrons.

Meat week is over. Yay, congrats. And Grinch is celebrating with a marijuana-filled-bong that he has held up high in his face with a brass lighter heating its butt. He flicks his chin up to Sierra as she walks in, and raises a finger over to Danny. "Usual stuff, man. Yeah, fries and beer. Thanks, Danny," then a nod up to him. His eyes glare over to Sierra, still heating up the bong. "How'd the party go?"

"Nothing for me.", Sierra tells Danny while the order is going in, "I'm fine.". The look from Danny says it all, she probably had enough at the party to last until the end of the month. "It went well.", she nods, responding to Grinch.

Keeping an eye on a couple of bikers who are raising their voices, she turns away when they jokingly laugh at each other, turning to face Grinch. "I ate too much, drank /much/ to much, and everyone had a good time. Sumter was in a happy mood.", a ponder, a shrug, "But when isn't he? Where were you?", she asks.

Hardy comes inside carrying the large gymbag he was always carrying around, dropping it behind the bar, digging out a waterbottle from the icebox. "Hello Sierra, Grinch" smiling to both of them and sitting down at the bar looking over the patrons to make sure they behaved.

Danny comes bringing in the pint and slides it over to Grinch. The bong is heated up just as his beer is served, and Grinch taps the bar once with his knuckles, somewhat excited. His head reaches forward and he inhales from the mouthpiece, sucking out the smoke. Raising his head up, smoke bellows as eyes are relaxed. "Drank too much, yeah? I heard you screamed out my name or some shit. Fuck was that for?," he chuckles. "Shit, biker stuff just ain't my thing, you know? Plus I had stuff to do, like tending to my weed garden. Speakin of, you want some?" The bong is offered to Sierra. When Hardy walks in, he receives a slight upward nod. "Sup?"

When the bong is offered, Sierra lifts a hand to ward it off, a shake of her head. "I was imagining good times, of course.", she teases, a slight pull of a grin forming. "No, I fell over your bucket.", a glance at the back room door. "I almost fell asleep right there too.".

A shake of her head at the blurry memory, then she's offering a nod to Hardy, "Hey. You're looking well."

Hardy smiles to Grinch "Nothing at the moment" opening his water and taking a sip from it. "Thank you Sierra, I am feeling rather well. I was out at the grove, Anyu was nice enough to give me a ride. So I got to stretch my legs abit and we went looking for herbs, it was very fun" nodding to himself with a smile.

Through the door comes Izayah, pushing the last bite of a donut into his mouth as he chews twice and swallows. Giving a lick of his lips to clean away some of the glaze, he cracks his neck to one side as he heads for the bar.

A shrug as he pulls the bong in, flicking its butt several times with his fingers and waggling it before he takes another hit. "You damn know you don't need to imagine any of those stuff. Just hit me up and I'll make it a reality, how does that sound?" Now it's his turn to tease. Izayah's arrival is noted and he pulls out a pair of shades, letting it perch atop his nose. "Hey, I wasn't even at work that day. Wasn't my bucket. That ain't fair."

"Anyu?", Sierra asks, the name sounds familiar, "The Witches Brew? She helped me out with a few books.", she nods. "She's alright. She was here for the party, too.". Hearing the comment from Grinch has her huff out a breath of a laugh, giving him a look with raised eyebrows. "Is that so? You wouldn't be able to keep up.", she replies with a little grin.

Then there's a new arrival, leaning out to get a better look at Izayah before leaning in again to return her attention to the two at the bar. "I need some excitement. Either of you feel like robbing a bank?", it's the first thing that came to mind.

"These two wouldn't know where to find the ATM machine." Izayah says with a low rumble in his throat as he makes his way towards the group, though more pointedly, Sierra. "Hey, babe. I'm free." He says as he rolls his shoulders to loosen them up.

Hardy looks to Grinch "What dreams will you make real by making her hit you?" tilting his head to the side as he watches Grinch then Sierra curiously. "Yes that Anyu, very kind" He blinks as she suggests a bank robbery "Robbing a bank should bring some excitement but we do believe that the negative reprecussions would be far more then the positive... the poleese would surely put us in the small room again... but this time not let us go as we had commited a crime" shaking his head. "There are much better ways to find excitements" nodding to himself. Frowns to Izayah "We would find an ATM there is one not to far from here" shaking his head.

"And you wouldn't know how to tell one from a vending machine, my guy." Grinch says as he toys with the brass lighter, fiddling with it in his hand before he heats up the butt of his bong again and takes another hit. Thick smoke blows out of his faceholes, and he washes it off with a mouthful of beer. "You wouldn't find a better shot than me, girl. Trust. Just tell me the time." Then a sniff as he regards Hardy with a look. "That's for her to find out," he winks.

Resting an elbow on the bar, Sierra leans into it and listens to Hardy explain the ups and downs of bank robbery, nodding slowly as she listens. "Alright, as the full crew is still back in Texas, we can start smaller. Any suggestions?", looking from one to the other.

I've heard the same thing from all you tough guys.", she says to Grinch, a motion of a thumb in Izayah's direction, "Did you tell him all your lines, or the other way around?"

"Good comeback there, Archie." Izayah says to Grinch with a dismissive snort in his throat. "You and Jughead over there are just a real pair of badasses I'm sure, playing Call of Duty on your couch." His dark eyes roll upwards and to the side as he gives a pointed look to Sierra. "I came over to see you, but if you're busy, I'll just roll out and stop by later. I gotta talk to Daws about some shit as well." He says as he gives a snap of his leather jacket about his broad frame. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a single bullet. A 7.62 round and puts it on the bar, sliding it over to her. "Happy mother's day or something." He says, then gives a glance to the door.

A small ziploc bag containing what appears to be a green substance, most likely weed, is produced from his trousers. Those who know their stuff can estimate that it's around half a gram if not less, a sign that the other half has been used. "Fine, prolly not the best, but you gotta make do with what you've got. Mine's a trigger-finger," he remarks with a chuckle that soon follows. "You haven't even seen me shoot a piece yet." He grinds the weed nugget with his fingers, then he turns to Izayah, snickering. "Nice talking to you too, tough guy," he waves.

Hardy raises a brow "We are not a jughead whatever that is, nor do we place Call of Duty, we do not even have a couch" shaking his head and sipping his water. Looking to the bullet put on the bar then over to Sierra curiously. Eyes wander over to Grinch then back to Sierra and Izayah, the large bearded man observing for now.

There's a notable twitch from Sierra at that last comment from Izayah, a slightly pained expression, but she does her best to hide it. The bullet is taken, rolled around in her fingers as she looks over it. "Thanks.". Then something hits her memory and her attention is back on Izayah, "Were you at the party? I have messages on my phone, but I don't remember any of it.", a sheepish shrug; she sure did drink a few that night.

"Really? Still a trigger-finger?", she asks of Grinch, "After all that time in lockup, I would have expected you to have lots of practice..", she's trying not to grin, she's really trying.

The bullet is thrown upwards in a gentle arc, easy enough for Izayah to catch. "I prefer pistols, or my shotgun. That's got a good kick to it.", she nods.

"Yeah, I was at the party for a bit, but I didn't want to interrupt since you were having a good time with your friends. Figured I'd drop by when things calmed down." Izayah catches the bullet easily, then tucks it away into the front pocket of his jacket. He cuts a glance to the other pair, then back to Sierra. He curls his arms about her hips as he leans in, brushing a kiss to her ear, followed by a low rumble in his throat.

The crushed up weed is settled on top of the now-empty ziploc bag, Grinch organizing them neatly with his fingers and gathering them up in the middle just for the satisfaction alone, before he dumps them in the bowl. The brass lighter is given a light toss in the air, he catches, then he heats the bong up as he takes another hit. The affair with Izayah and Sierra isn't given any attention, he's just enjoying the high for now.

Hardy still watches the two and sips his water, he doesn't have much better things to do then watch the patrons and those at the bar, it is what he is paid to do most of the time anyways.

That seems to have knocked the wind out of everyone's sails, Sierra deciding to sit there as Izayah leans in. It isn't entirely cold, but it's not exactly welcoming either. "So, what do we do?", she asks, trying to bring things back. "Have the gangs around here got anything worth hitting them for?", obviously not having looked into it.

Looking back toward the kitchen for a moment, she asks of Grinch, "Where are the fries? I'm getting munchies off your fumes.", waving a hand in front of her face to brush away the smoke.

As he leans back, Izayah rakes his fingers through her hair briefly for a moment, brows lifting. "Si desea obtener credibilidad, podemos hablar más tarde, pero no con estos dos. No hablo de negocios frente a los novatos." He says as he trails his fingertips down the curve of her shoulder, then pushes off as he heads for the door. "Voy a volver más tarde hoy. Llevarte a cenar." He calls over his shoulder to her.

"Adiós, el chuco," Grinch remarks, obviously with made-up words. "Say hi to señor El Chapo for me, yeah?" A hand raises to wiggle out a baby-wave. His pronunciations aren't that good of course, but that in and of itself is an addition to the mock. After all that's finished, he turns to call Danny for the fries. "We can work a deal with the 'big boys' around here. Maybe. I should work on my contacts on the inside, that'll make this shit easier for sure." Thick smoke fumes out of his mouth as he drags from the bong.

"Tengo planes. Podemos hablar en otro momento, te lo har saber.", Sierra says in return, her Spanish seems spot on perfect. Watching the man heading off, she turns her attention back to the two at the bar. Reaching out to Grinch, she gives a click-click of her fingers, waves the bong toward her, "Let me have it, then.."

Turning about slowly, Izayah settles his eyes upon Grinch for a long moment. There is an intensity in his gaze as the air about him grows a bit thicker in humidity. He bares his teeth in a feral manner, lips curling back as he lets out a low rumble in his throat. He gives a look towards Sierra, then heads out the door. 

There's a long stare given to Izayah when his teeth is bared and the aura around him grows darker. Grinch just sits there on his stool, frozen for around five to ten seconds, not even responding to Sierra when she asks for the bong. Then he turns, slowly, to the bar, hands resting on it as he heaves out a heavy sigh. He's trying to gain his composure now, like he's just seen a ghost or a demon out of the blue. "Fucking wetback," he says.

No bong for her, Sierra rests her hand back down on the bar and watches Grinch with a curious expression, her attention drifting from him to the departing Izayah. It reminds her of something, that's for sure, though there isn't enough evidence to declare it.

Now it's her turn, she turns to face the bar, rests her hands on top, staring at the mirror opposite as she flicks through her memories. "What..?", a glance at Hardy. "Oh. No, Grinch ordered some already. Go ahead and order if you want something."

Grinch balls his fists tightly as they rest on the bar, dude looks like he's going through a bad trip, then he relaxes. Another sigh as his hand reaches out to grab his pint of beer- only a split second as he necks the drink down his throat, finished with a burp. "Right, about the thing we were talking," while he talks, that grumpy look on his face just shows up again. Someone just had to ruin his night. "Fuck was we doin again?" The bong is left alone on the bar.

"Don't worry about it, that guy's an asshole.", Sierra replies, reaching up for her glass out of habit, only to remember she's avoiding it today. "He goes from tough guy to whining like a horny teenager when he can't take me home.", a shake of her head, a wrinkling of her nose in distaste.

"I'll take the same..", she calls over to Tommy, when Hardy has placed his request. "Pondering..? Oh, right. It reminded me of something that happened a lot in Mexico.", waving it off to avoid further questioning. "You went a bit pale there.", she says to Grinch.

"I need to have a chat with Dawson about that motherfucker." Some pops are made audible as Grinch goes to crack his knuckles with a grit of the teeth. He /was/ scared, that's very obvious, and it's possible that that fear hurt the alpha in him. He bites his lower lip and faces Danny with a quick turn of his head, placing an order for a refill. "I'm not having it," he pulls his glasses off to emphasize on the scowl on his face, brows furrowing and golden eyes now feral.

And as Alice walks in, a shadier dude dressed in a trenchcoat, a messed-up hair, and carrying a stink like he lives next to a garbage, soon follows. He's pale, guy needs beer and some food ASAP, and the cold weather radiates around him. His wild eyes roam around the place for a moment, and then he sits on the stool, still observing.

"If he touches me again, I swear I'll break his arm.", Sierra sympathizing and agreeing with Grinch about dealing with that trouble. Following Hardy's smile, pale blue eyes find Alice, brows furrowing slightly. "Alice.". At least she has a name now. 

But then someone else has arrived, a new face that she hasn't seen here before, Sierra taking a moment to look over the man and his trenchcoat. There's something that doesn't sit well with her about him, something vaguely familiar. And then she realises what it is, "Fuck.", she mutters, ducking her head down and quickly turning around, "I need to get out of here.", she says quietly, so Hardy and Grinch can hear it.

The dude just stays frozen on his stool for a moment. He's cold, very cold, maybe he just needs some time to adjust from being exposed to the weather outside. Eyes still roam though- that's until they finally lay on Sierra, and they just widen. His mouth opens, and just before a word could come out, it shuts closed. Then he rises up, wild eyes still staring at the woman.

By now, Grinch is just confused. He's pissed and confused. Narrowed eyes glare at Sierra for a second, then his head tilts to the side with a confused 'huh'? The strange dude then catches his attention, and he looks between him and Sierra, closely watching the pair in case anything goes south.

Hoping for the easy escape, Sierra is spotted so instead turns on her stool, rises to her feet, and faces the man. Her fingers curl inwards, tight fisted, then relax again. "You know what'll happen..", a frown upon her brow. Not that anything can happen here, not inside Dawson's beloved bar.

Cautiously she starts to make her way toward the exit, turning along the way to ensure the man is always inside her field of view. "You'd be wise to forget what you saw and be on your way.", but she's still heading toward the exit, so she obviously doesn't expect whoever this is to listen. It's possible she looks even mildly worried.

He doesn't show any expressions whatsoever to Sierra's hidden threat. Instead he follows her around with his head, and waits for her to step out of the exit before he begins to chase after her with slow steps that gradually turn into a normal, if not slightly paced-up walk. Seeing the oddity, Grinch taps Hardy's arm and whispers to him. "Can you stay here and look after the bar? I need to see what's up." Then he rises up and follows behind.

The door is pulled open, Sierra slowly backing through it, then, uncommon for her, she actually breaks into a run as the door slams closed behind her.

When Sierra breaks into a run, the creep just does the same. They're just playing cat and mouse by now. Seeing this, Grinch lets out a loud "motherfucker!" and follows the chase scene from behind, breaking into a run all the same.