Clancy A. Fitch; ACHILLES (![]() ![]() @ 2011-04-04 01:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | clancy fitch, quinn kho |
Who: Clancy Fitch and Quinn Kho, plus a bunch of angry biker NPCs
Where: Los Angeles, California
When: April 3, 2011, 10 or 11 o'clock
What: If you can't fight a proper war, start a bar brawl?
Rating: Uhhh, PG-13/R, as a guess?
Although he'd never admit it, Clancy had come to depend upon Quinn's willingness to go out and get into trouble. Where the reincarnate war had become a disappointment (and his day job was certainly a disappointment), she was reliable. He knew where he stood with her: Hector hated his guts and she would give him hell as a matter of reflex, but they'd be honest with each other. Always. If you weren't afraid of conflict, there was no real reason to lie.
And, well. They shared a certain outlook on life. If you were going to fight, fight. Enough of this screwing around.
So, Clancy was wearing a smug little grin as he hopped off the MTN and walked the few blocks to the agreed-upon dive. There were plenty of battlefields in a city the size of LA, and Clancy had chosen a location based upon the hardiness of the patrons and general availability of pool cues, which had a similar shape and heft to a spear. He was admittedly excited about the prospect of squaring off against some angry bikers. He hadn't been in a good fight in what, weeks?
The place was dim and busy. Perfect. Clancy would've stood out even if he hadn't been a black button-down in a sea of tee-shirts; at 6'3", he had at least a head on half of the guys in the room. Once there, he went straight for the bar, ordered the beer on tap, and waited. He didn't have to look for Quinn. He'd stand there looking like a sore thumb and she could find him.