bakerstreet | THE BAR FIGHT MEME

THE BAR FIGHT MEME

HOW TO PLAY
1) Post a blank comment with your character, or post with your preferences
2) Reply to others by rolling the RNG between 1-10 to pick a prompt, or just grab one you want.
3) Are you two the ones fighting? Are you teamed up? Or are you just a bystander? Decide!
4) Have fun and don’t cause too much collateral damage.

PROMPTS
1) RAGING DRUNK WHO’S THAT ASSHOLE STARING AT ME? I’M-I’M, GUYS I’M GONNA FIH….I’M GONNA FIGHT HIM. I’M GONNA….GUYS BACK ME UP. GUYS

2) RELUCTANT All you wanted is a quiet drink alone or a nice night with your friends. You really didn’t mean to knock that person’s drink over. Now they wanna go and you just wanna go home.

3) DISRESPECT Someone’s been talking shit about someone, and you’ve got some honor to defend or a score to settle.

4) START SOME SHIT Literally the only reason you’re out tonight is to fuck shit up.

5) YOU ASSHOLE You've hustled someone at pool, or said some rude things pretty loud, or hit on someone too aggressively. Doesn't matter, you’ve been a jerk and now karma’s gonna kick your ass.

6) BLOODBATH You didn’t start the fight. You have no idea who started the fight. But now everyone’s fighting and it’s throw a punch or cower behind the bar time.

7) VENDETTA You’ve got history with this person and now they’re here in the bar with you. It doesn’t matter if they’ve actually done anything to you tonight, you’re still gonna brawl.

8) NOT MY CIRCUS Someone else actually tarted some shit. The shit his happening in your general vicinity and is threatening to get you into it like some kind of booze fuled blood katamari. You getting involved?

8) WILD Go nuts

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[ Getting a drink at the local bar when they went planetside was nothing new. It was pretty much habit. Or at least finding some place they can get some booze and then take them back to the ship.

It also wasn't that out of the ordinary to piss a few people off. Usually they were better about avoiding them, tho.

Tonight was not one of those times. Jim spots them, first. He's in the middle of raising his glass to his mouth as he does. With reflexes he's had to make quick over the years, he drops his drink and grabs Peter by the collar of his jacket. He pulls them both down, and the table with them. They just miss the blasts that whiz over their heads.

He's already getting his own gun out, snapping a round into it, ]

So much for that drink.

[So much for that drink because that drink that had been in Peter's hand is now all over his jacket and, goddamn it, Jim, but you owe him another one.

... Yes, that's the thought foremost in his mind as he fumbles to figure out what the hell just happened and... huh, someone's shooting at them, that's fun.]

What did you do?

[Because it's always Jim's fault. He's pulling a gun with one hand and attempting to wipe liquor off his collar with the other.] Who's shooting at us?

[Eventually, he'll get off his back on the floor but right now, lamenting that drink and blaming Jim. In that order.]

[ Even during a firefight, Jim has to stop and argue, ]

What? What did I do? How do you know it wasn't something you did?

[ Seriously, Peter. You're just as guilty half the time, if not more. Either way, he pushes himself up enough to shoot around the table, aiming for a few heads. He then ducks back behind the table and shoves Peter's shoulder. ]

Go that way. I'll go the other, fuck em' up on either side.

[ Right now, they were too easy a target. ]

[He shoves right back at Jim even as he rolls to his knees. He's finally got a weapon in hand and he's stopped fussing at his jacket. Hey, Jim had the initial reponse under control. Peter could afford to putz around a bit.

Only a bit, because guns were actually blazing now.]

You noticed them first. [So that totally means it's your fault. Follow his logic here.

He shifts, tenses. For all the shit he's giving Jim and for all the nonchalance he's shown, he's ready to move. Jim could likely see it in the way he moves, the tense lines of his body.] On your count.

You're welcome, by the way.

[ He's pretty sure he saved Peter from getting a blast to the head but he also knows he does it all without needing to be asked, without needing to be thanked. He's just giving shit right back.

But when it comes down to it, once he can tell Peter is ready, ]

1...2... now!

[ He jumps out one way, knowing Peter will go the other way. Some of the blaster fire follows him and he keeps low, feeling wood and glass blow past the back of his head. He stops halfway, keeping down and, just like he thought, they keep shooting past him. He uses that to his advantage. Stands up and fires at the two shooting his way. Gets on in the neck, the other in his shoulder before ducking back down. ]

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[He waves a hand. Yeah, yeah, thanks. Whatever. (No, really. He's grateful that he wasn't shot in the back of the head. That would definitely put a damper on his day.)

He's a ravager; he knows how to shoot back at least. He moves quickly, stays low, and does his own shooting. He's mostly laying down some covering fire, because he's pretty sure that--

--yep, there it is. Jim stands up in the middle of all this and takes a couple shots. He sighs but he can't say much. He'd do the same. In fact... he does.

Nearly gets his head shot off but thankfully he's a faster shot than that guy drawing a bead on him. And then he drops just in time to avoid a new flurry of shots coming from the even more guys coming in the door.]

Uh, Jim! There's more.

THE BAR FIGHT MEME

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