Monica Warner (girltimon) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-07-23 08:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-09 |
Being collateral damage ins't the only thing you can do in a bar fight
Who: Monica and Syri
Where: Some bar
When: around midnight
This had been some shitty weekend. The full moon thing had kicked her ass, especially the part where she couldn't tell anyone what exactly was happening with her not having slept home and whatnot. Then she'd had to cheer up her friend, although none of them really knew what Lucia needed to be cheered up about; and Monica had barely been hanging on. She still needed to go visit the cute guy at the bookstore too, but before that unwinding needed to be done. And Monica Warner would unwind with a few drinks as usual, this time at a bar nobody knew.
She was on her way to her third screwdriver when some couple of dudes started doing the chest bumping thing, and Monica and the meerkat within knew there was going to be shit in a minute. She took her drink with her and started sliding off the stool, but before she could get away, the first punches flew. "Oh, great." She said, taking steps back until she bumped into the pool table. It really was amazing how fast the fight spread, kind of like fire, and soon people Monica hadn't even notice had something to do with the starters were throwing punches of their own.
Syri was in the corner of the bar at a table with her back to the wall. She'd spent most of the day trying to come up with some good strategy for abducting a car-full of teens. It was not the highlight of her career that as for sure. So to unwind a bit she decided to get something to drink, hoping either to get drunk enough to just go home and sleep, or that something interesting might happen. When the fists started to fly Syri chuckled inwardly and took a long draw of her rum and coke.
When Monica ended up sitting at a stranger's table, her drink spilling a bit everywhere, she thought it was only natural given the amount of people who started pushing each other to get out of the way. Chairs were flying along with punches now, it was only normal. But instead of being scared by the fight, Monica was scared by the possibility of transforming into her hybrid form in front of everybody because of danger being so close. Dorian had explained this to her.
She looked at the blonde chick whose table she'd sat on, and tried for a smile, giving her a grimace instead. "I'm sorry, I got pushed..." Then, she suckled on her straw. She definitely needed to calm the hell down and vodka, even laced with orange juice, could provide that effect.
"It happens." Syri replied, taking another mouthful of liquid. "Better to be pushed than punched any day, right?" She asked, amused that the girl seemed to be almost trembling from some sort of fear. It was hard to just sit there and not join in on the violence, but she had a job in a few days and couldn't risk getting arrested or injured in some way not to complete it- which meant sitting back and waiting for things to cool down.
Monica nodded, trying for a snicker. "Yeah I guess. Still, it's pretty shitty that until this thing clears up we're pretty much cornered in here." And she didn't like being cornered. If something happened, something monstrous, Monica would most certainly commit suicide afterwards, if nobody killed her first. Well, maybe not suicide, but some sort of escape to a place where nobody knew her? Probably.
She glanced at the woman, before looking back at the fight. "Listen, uh...If I start looking weird, can you..." This was stupid. She was a stranger. She couldn't do anything. And Monica was now getting more scared of transforming than of the fight itself, and she didn't know if this meant she was okay or not. "...Never mind." Monica slumped back in her forced seat, downing the rest of her screwdriver.
Syri narrowed one eye and arched her brow at the woman, what on earth was she talking about. "Mmm?" She questioned, a tad confused.
Monica shrugged, visibly annoyed. "Don't worry about it. You know how you wouldn't like Hulk when he's angry? Yeah well if I get too cornered or nervous, it gets pretty shitty for me." And this was all she was saying on the subject, and it was more than she'd even share if she'd been at all sober.
Syri nodded with a forcefully hidden smirk. Apparently this girl had a secret, a 'hulk' like secret. "I see." She said, not doing the best job- not that she cared to- of hidding how funny that was.
Monica noticed how amused the woman seemed to be, but she was too worried to get shitty with her over that. Instead, she stood up from the chair and looked around. "I'm gonna need another drink. You want anything?" She asked, already walking along the wall towards the bar, hoping no chair would come flying in her direction any time soon.
Syri shook her head. "I'm good, looks like the bartenders getting ready to call the cops anyhow."
"Kay." She looked over at them, to see the woman was right. "Oh, cool. Must hurry." Monica said, kneeling down next to the bar and crawling behind it. If anything, they should have some flavored vodka single bottles in the mini fridge or something. It was better than nothing. And here they were. Good thing the bartenders seemed to busy with trying to break up the fight to notice the chick squatting while stealing stuff from them. Monica stashed three Smirnoff Ice bottles in her tote bag, and opened the other one, downing a portion of it right away. Damn fresh, it was great.
Syri almost couldn't believe her eyes... had the woman just stolen from the bar? Apparently so. Syri just laughed to herself and finished her drink. People were bizzare creatures that's for sure. The police in Scarlet Oaks had a pretty quick response time, so it was too late to get involved in the brawl. However, she did have enough time to sneak out so she wouldn't have to stick around and get asked any questions. Syri grabbed her jacket off the back of her chair as she slid off it and moved around the table along the wall. She'd have to pass the bar to get to the back door.
Bottle in hand, other three in her bag, Monica looked up to see the woman whose table she'd sat on by accident sneaking past the bar. How could she not have noticed the freaking back door every establishment was supposed to have? "Oh shit, a back door? Awesome." Still squatting, Monica moved towards the same path the woman was taking, just barely dodging something that had been thrown her way.
Syri nodded as she pushed the door open and stepped out. The sirens weren't far off and were clearly heard once outside. "Best to not stick around- cops'll have us here for hours answering questions and waiting until they're done with whatever bullshit they'll do."
Monica walked out right after the woman, having some more of her stolen drink in the process. She looked around to situate herself, realizing she had no idea where she was, but didn't let this be known.
"Yeah fuck that I am not standing here with stolen drinks talking to the cops." She said, starting to walk in a totally unknown direction. She was pretty tipsy.
Syri furrowed her brow at the intoxicated woman. "Which way are you headed?" She asked, putting a bit of fake concern in her voice.
Monica turned around, leaning against the wall for balance,sighed, and then shrugged. "Ahh, here and there. Night's still young, right?" Why did she care, anyway? Actually, Monica had no problems in asking. "Why do you care, anyway?"
Just making sure the woman wasn't driving in the same direction she was- last thing she needed was a drunk driver causing an accident or something. "No reason... you need me to call you a cab?" Not that Syri really cared if the woman hit anyone -else-.
Monica looked at the woman with knitted eyebrows. "I'm not driving, silly! I'm walking." Or sleeping in the car. Whichever. Maybe she could get into her car, shift, sleep because it was much more comfortable that way, and leave in the morning. Though she did wonder how she'd behave as a drunk and posteriorly hungover meerkat. She looked up at the woman again and nodded, with a stupid smile. "Yeah."
"Ah, alright then." Syri said as she pulled her keys out from her car. Walking was good. "Bye then." Whatever. Syri just needed to get to her car and get out before those sirens got any closer.
"Yeah bye." Despite what she had said, Monica didn't walk away, but walked towards her own car instead. Fishing for the keys for a good ten minutes, she finally found them, opened the door, tumbled inside and locker herself in. Then, because she felt like she was about to pass out, Monica did the smart thing and shifted into a meerkat, leaving all her clothes and handbag on the front seat as she staggered to the back. Being drunk in meerkat form wasn't any easier.