Who: Eliot Spencer and OTA What: Dealing with drunken idiots When: Late evening Where: Outside the Lux Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
After the past couple of weeks he'd been having, knocking out two drunk jackasses and letting the city nightlife deal with them was sounding better and better. After trying to start something inside and being denied by the in-house security system, they'd tried to pick up where they left off after being escorted outside and away from the no violence wards. It wasn't his business but once one of the idiots pulled a knife, he couldn't walk away yet.
"Cut it out," he snapped as he snatched the knife and delivered an open handed hit to the man's chest to force him back a few steps. Add in the man's state and he wound up on his ass on the pavement. Eliot snapped the knife shut with the flick of his wrist and slid it in his back pocket. "Now you two can call cabs and end this right here or I can end it for you. What's it going to be?"
Drunk jackass number one remained seated on the pavement, bloodshot eyes moving back and forth between Eliot and drunk jackass number two. The silence lasted a little over a minute before he shot up off the ground. "You screwed my wife!" The words were barely intelligible but Eliot had heard enough drunken slurs in his life to decipher. That was enough for the second drunk. He took off running, arms waving wildly over his head as he attempted to grab the attention of a cab that had just dropped off a couple at the front doors. By that time, the first drunk was on his back, wheezing.
Eliot waited patiently until the man had climbed to his feet. "You come around here, trying to make trouble like that again? You and me are going to have a bigger problem. Got it?" The man rubbed his wrist, giving Eliot a dark look before he turned and began to stagger his way to God knew where. Good riddance. He waited until he'd disappeared from his sight before turning to head back to the Lux.