These people were ridiculous. They were already breaking out their powers, and some of them were actually [i]declaring interest[/i] in joining up with this out-of-the-blue evil sorcerer. Was everyone drunk and Eighty didn't realize it? Or were they just-

His phone buzzed. He looked down at the notifications. Something labeled as urgent popped up.

[i][b][color=red]SOMEONE FUCKED UP.
POLICE HEADING TO YOUR LOCATION.
GET OUT NOW.[/color][/b][/i]

God damn it.

Eighty quickly stood up from his booth and made for the door, forgetting the rest of his lager. He passed by the sorcerer, and all the folks around him, leaving the Abandoned Bar like it was about to explode - which it may very well, considering.

As he exited onto the street, he turned his head. There was a tall figure, clad in old, prickly-looking armor [@Lord Zee], lumbering towards the building. And absolute panic going on behind him, sirens sounding in the distance.

Eighty immediately turned in the other direction and bolted, heading for where he'd parked his van.

Seemed like tonight was well and ruined.