Eliot Spencer (_thatswhatido) wrote in shreveportrpg, @ 2010-06-21 18:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | eliot spencer, morgana |
Who: Eliot and Morgana
What: Lessons and theft
Where: Street near a random bar
When: Late evening
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete
The guy might not have attacked him first but Eliot felt his reaction was wholly justified.
He'd spent the last of his poker winnings on Jack Daniels, nursing the glass while he waited for a mark to take up one of the cues at the pool table. The last few weeks, his main source of income had been more hustling than theft. It got him through the next couple of days, a room at a cheap motel while he waited for someone to fix the damn problem and send them home where they belonged. So far, it wasn't looking good.
Near the end of his glass, some asshole down the bar decided the best way to console his friend about his horrible breakup was with an explanation about how he kept his own girlfriend in line. The more he talked in that arrogant tone, the more Eliot wanted to hit him. He'd been raised to never raise a hand to a woman in anger - at least, never to raise a hand in anger unless she hit him first and was hellbent on killing or disabling him. Then it was a matter of survival and all bets were off.
When the ass had thrown down the money to pay for the tab, wobbled past the door informing the patrons that the men's room was out of order, and staggered out into the alleyway to take a piss, Eliot left his last few bills beside the glass and followed after him.
A few minutes later, Larry Bernstein had a taste of his own methods. It wasn't even much of a fight but he'd be waking up hurting and in need of an emergency room. Sure as hell didn't seem the type to fix up that broken wrist on his own. Eliot kicked his uninjured arm up onto his body where he laid sprawled behind a garbage can and crouched down, sliding his wallet out of his pocket. Seventy five dollars. He took fifty and left the rest.
Making sure no one was around, Eliot exited the alley, hands sliding into the pockets of his coat.