Malcolm Reynolds Aims to misbehave (intheblack) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-01-03 02:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | connor macmanus, malcolm reynolds |
Who: Mal and Connor
What: Trouble finds trouble.
When: tonight!
Where: Random bar.
Warning: TBA. F for fight?
Mal was beyond bored. Bored with Earth and bored with the complex, just a general badness when it came to lack of activity. He had to find some kind of entertainment. The city had to have something to offer. Supposedly the bar scene was pretty good, and a strong drink didn't sound half as bad. So down to one of the local bars he went, actually venturing out on his lonesome. A guy like him walking down the street earned a few head turns and curious glances at the strange coat and style that was clearly either too out dated or not entirely embraced yet. Either way he continued on his way. Determined to put some space between him and that complex. Sure the people were nice enough, but Mal wasn't into that kind of thing. He didn't get along with your average guy. Not even your average criminal. So that made it even a little bit harder.
It didn't take long before Malcolm Reynolds reached the local bar where he knew many of the complex people often strayed too. It was close, and the draft was cheap. But the question was, did it actually have substance? Supposed he'd find out once he got inside. If he got inside. He was stopped at the door by a large man in a security shirt, and it made him nervous. Fortunately he had his fake ID all ready and managed to slip past with ltitle ore then a glance of suspicion in his direction. Mal made his way toward the bar and sank down into a stool where a bar tender brought a beer, and he picked it up. It was foamier then he was used too. Little weaker at that when he tasted it. Almost like water, and he eyed the taps with a disapproving look. His back turned to the bar when another occupant bumped straight into him. Drunk no doubt. Causing Mal to turn partially in a feigned interest. His wallet had been lifted from the pockets of his tan pants, and he intended to get it back. And then some.
Abandoning his drink for the time being, he got up and followed the stranger who thought he'd just gotten away with his score of the night. The man was headed back to a pool game where no doubt he was losing, and that only brought a spark of amusement to his eyes as he tapped the dirty blond haired man's shoulder. "I'd rethink that move if I were you. " He stated, right up behind him intentionally invading the other customers space. "You'e taken something of mine and I want it back."