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At Skav’s question, Blue shoots a quick glance at the group to confirm that, yes, they were, in fact, still looking. They weren’t being very subtle about it, either, and he almost snorts when one of the men turns to look their way, his movements dull and heavy-handed. Still, the fact that the Qrow was parked a block away did not bode well, a sense of dread beginning to well up in the pit of his stomach. The group was sat closer to the door than they were, so making a break for it was out of the question. More likely than not, they wouldn’t even be able to set foot outside the bar before they got the shit kicked out of them.

There’s another pause before Blue speaks again, raking a hand down the side of his neck to focus his thoughts. His nails leave behind angry, red lines on pale skin that fade away to nothingness just as quickly as they’d surfaced, but for now, it’s enough. He feels the buzz in his brainstem waver in response to the pain, like the bright, warm flame of a candle fighting against gusts upon gusts of biting wind. He mourns the loss, but only for a second, quickly remembering that he had better things to worry about; and the little plastic baggie in his pocket promised a rapturous taste of heaven if they only just made it out of here in one piece.

[color=bf00ff]“Better come up with it quick, big guy,”[/color] he murmurs, moving to sprawl across his side of the booth like a long-limbed octopus. The group was getting restless - he could tell - their glances and conversation growing increasingly agitated. They’d expected to wait, of course, but not this long. Skav’s unnatural resistance to the drug was surely proving quite the nuisance, and Blue is almost awed by how they haven’t yet been knocked out cold. [color=bf00ff]“I don’t think those guys are gonna wanna wait much longer.”[/color]

When Skav knocks over their glass, Blue flinches, recoiling from the spilt, amber liquid like it was poison. He looks up from the accident just in time to see a few curious faces, people reverting to basic instincts and muscle memory. It doesn’t take long for Blue to catch on to his companion’s plan, and he immediately moves to put it into action. No time like the present, right?

Blue then grabs the glass, and climbs to his feet with surprising grace. There’s a moment of hesitation, but the icy anger clawing up his spine far outweighs it. Did they think the Razors were easy targets? Did they think Skav was? Did they think [i]he[/i] was? For a brief moment, he can barely resist the urge to stalk up to group and give each of them a faceful of glass, but instead, he just swallows his rage, fingers tightening around the makeshift weapon. If they were going to make it out of here, he needed to stick with the plan, however hastily thrown together it was.


[color=bf00ff]“Hey, asshole!”[/color] Rearing his arm back, he lobs the glass at the biker, and he’s quickly rewarded with a grunt of pain when it shatters against his skull. Crystalline shards pepper the ground beneath him, some stained with bright red blood, some remained pristine, but it does get him the expected results. Soon, there’s shouting - something about how he should kiss his ass goodbye - the heavyset, tattooed beast of a man charging at Blue like a bull at the sight of a matador’s red cape. He doesn’t wait to get hit, leaping across a table to get to where the masked men were sat. The one wearing a dog mask grabs him, hands closing around his arms like a vice, but he manages to wrench himself free, ducking out of the way just in time to send the biker crashing into his would-be assailant.

It sets off a chain reaction, the other masked men on the biker in a instant, and soon, the ones crowded around the arcade machines join in as well. Blue, for the most part, is unscathed, managing to stumble from the altercation with nothing worse than a busted lip. The masked men and bikers were far too occupied to pay him any mind, though it would only be a matter of time before they realised that [i]he[/i] was the one they should be after.


[color=bf00ff]“Can you walk?”[/color] Blue hisses at Skav, but he doesn’t wait for a reply before he grabs them by the arm, forcibly pulling them to their feet. [color=bf00ff]“Here, lean on me. We have to get the fuck outta here.”[/color]