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[b][color=#ff00a5]"I-I'll manage, snake. Don't get too grabby."[/color][/b] Skav groaned as the world shifted into movement, but they made no effort to pull free. In a world where Skav was of sound mind and body they would have, perhaps, slipped out of Blue's grasp to make a half-hearted bolt for the exit, knowing full well that the snake would be on their heels. That time and place was nonexistent. Skav was seeing double while their body was fighting against an invisible, liquid enemy. Shame swelled among the feelings of sickness and hate. Shame for being so easily caught, shame for having to rely on the steady (shorter) shoulder of Blue, shame for not being to walk on their own. The bar faded into a blur as Skav stumbled across the wood floor, unable to find solid ground. 

They were halfway to the door when something dashed off Skav's shoulder. They winced against the feel of wetness, hearing the offbeat shatter of a glass by their ankle as they stumbled and clutched tighter to Blue. [b][color=#ff00a5]"Christ, they're pissed..."[/color][/b] They slurred, head lolling back slightly to see a mess of bodies and colors. Glass dug into the sole of their shoe as they took a heavy step forward. One after another. Walk. [i]Walk[/i]. Skav felt their toes curl with life, forced and heavy with drugs, and then they straightened somewhat and increased speed towards the door. The fight grew to a distant hum, and the stuffy air was suddenly sucked out and replaced with humid rainfall as the duo shoved the door open.

Skav practically fell up the stairs, hissing out in pain as the rain thudded against their mask and echoed tremendously through their hollow-feeling head. Weight shifted and they scrabbled to clutch onto BlueThe neon sign overhead cut into Skav's gaze, impossibly red and smudgy. Everything felt airy and cloudy. Skav wondered mindlessly if they were dreaming, if the bar and the rain and the weight beside them was really just figmants of their imagination. That thought faded as knees slapped against soaked stairs, and Skav regained enough sense of mind to climb up the rest steps.

[b][color=#ff00a5]"C'mon shorty-- pick up... The pace."[/color][/b] Skav groaned, finding their footing again as the world meshed into a single black-blue and the rain filled up whatever silence was left between them.

Skav pointed limply towards the general direction of the Qrow, head rolling hazardously around on their neck. The thumping rain was almost enough to mask the sound of quickly approaching footsteps. Almost. Skav tensed and swayed, head twisting just enough to see the shadow barreling towards them from within the blur of night. The starting cough of a warning caught in Skav's throat, and, in an effort to save both of their heads, they twisted and kicked and pulled until they were able to push Blue away and toppled over onto the rain-flooded street.

A baseball bat shattered where the two had been standing, splintering across the earth and pelting Skav's legs with a shower of chipped wood. They found no energy to scramble away, instead tilting up an inch to eye at their assailant. A dog mask stared back, holding the remains of the bat and breathing hard and heavy. The world blurred again and Skav let their head tilt back, wheezing out a defeated laugh as the shadow shifted to stand over them, a new, smaller weapon in hand.

[b]"This is Bomber territory."[/b] The man said. Skav felt their fingers prick and reach instinctively for their back pocket, finding the butterfly knife there to be soaked and heavy in their grasp. They made no attempts to show off the weapon, however, as the man loomed over them. Another blur of a weapon was dangling precariously over the eyes of the crow mask. One last groan escaped them as they shifted onto their elbows and lurched back, waiting for a clear mind or an opening or a chance to run but finding only smoke and rain and shadows. [b]"You know what we do to brutes like y'all around here?"[/b]

[i]Fuck.[/i]