Maksim Dragomirov - The Soviet (maksimumhard) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2014-05-09 12:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | maksim dragomirov, npc |
Who: Max, and Apex (NPC)
When: Friday night, late-ish
What: Random run-in at a bar to test drive Max and entertain Vic!
Where: One of the bars in The Rails
Rating: High - probably plenty of swearing and violence
Status: In progress!
It had been a good week for Maksim. The blackout had been fun--Max had run around vandalizing indiscriminately with his bare hands, stealing anything that caught his eye, and punching anyone who got in his way. A few more persistent supes had tried to stop him; he'd punched one of them so many times, that part of him had ended up red meat pulp ground into the brick building behind it. It had been a great time, and the few days since had been good too because the streets were still a mess and that left plenty of criminal opportunity. Many abandoned cars had smashed windows and missing contents thanks to Max. He had plenty of new presents for his daughter after the last few days.
So after a successful day of looting, Max had picked up his motorbike from the man who made it go again and had taken Comrade for a ride. Dinner time had come and gone, so Max had left Comrade, his big Rottweiler, to guard his bike while he headed inside to one of his regular bars. One greasy hamburger and a few beers later, and Max was now holding court with two young women at the bar.
The blonde was named Misty. The other one was called Carly. He preferred the blonde, but two was better than one. Max had just said something very charming--or at least the blonde one had laughed at his very funny jokes--when something else caught his attention.
There was a man making noises at the bartender.
If there was one thing Max always liked better than sex--even with two women at once--it was a good fight, and any unrest at a bar was usually only a few steps from becoming a fist fight.
"Stop your vocalizing. I am no longer attending," Max said dismissively to the non-blonde--Cassy?--because his attention had shifted to the angry man at the bar. In fact, he was staring at him intensely. He wanted to hear what the man was kicking a fuss up about, and didn't much care if the women took offence.