Darnies leaned his chair back even further, his arm dangling over the back and a smirk firmly in place as he looked to the man across the table to him. He looked like he was going to either start sweating or throwing punches if Darnies didn't do something, so the boy took pity on him.
"I recommend you fold, friend." He said, never loosing his posture or smirk. The man looked to him in disbelief before looking to his two friends and laughing as he waved his cards.
"Yer the one gonna be wantin' to fold, boy. And I ain't yer friend." He said, drunken words slurring his speech. He threw his cards face up on the table. "Full House." He declared, reaching for the money before Darnies' chair legs slamming the ground made him freeze, startled. The boy leaned his weight on the table and sighed as he stood.
"Shame we ain't friends," He spoke up, flipping his cards and dropping them to the table, swiping the money in the process and stuffing it in his jacket's inner pocket. "'Cause, y'see, I share with my friends." The red hearts in the Royal Flush reflected the older man's complection.
"Damn...Damn! Fuck!" He growled, swiping the cards off the table and onto the ground.
"No, it's DarnDarn. If you're gonna say someone's nickname, say it right. And there are kids in this bar so you should really avoid sweari-" The man grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him forward, causing him to lose the support he had from the table and pinwheel to gain his balance back.
"You cheated somehow you little shit, now yer gonna give me back my fuckin' money or my boys and I'll-"
"You'll what." Darnies replied, cutting him off and grabbing his wrist. His dark eyes showed no mercy as he grabbed the man's thumb and bent it back until the man was kneeling in a submissive position to lessen the pain. "I don't like threats, Hamor." He swore, keeping the man in place. The whimper of pain that followed must have woken his friends from their stupor, because one hauled back and threw a punch at Darnies seconds later, forcing the boy to duck and grab his cane before dancing out of the way.
"Get 'im!" The man on the floor growled, cradling his hand to his chest. Darnies held his hand up, signalling off the other patrons who stood up to help him, and swung his cane to catch Man 2 in the jaw. His head snapped to the side, but the satisfaction was short lived as man 3 football tackled him, knocking the air out of his lungs and knocking the both of them right through the bar's front window.
The unforgiving concrete didn't come, but unforgivingly hard arms did. Shoulders cradled in one of these arms, he looked over to see Man 3 in a choke hold of the other.
"Hey, Chasa." He grinned up at the woman, and she somehow manage to look both concerned and judgmental.
"What did you do?"
"Nothing! Sore losers at poker, is all. You mind standing by the door so they don't leave yet?" He questioned, grin still in place even as blood seeped out the corner of his mouth. The woman sighed, but nodded. That was one thing she wasn't too fond of from her Golem's half; should a Jewish person-especially a Witch- ask for help, she felt compelled to comply. Not that she wouldn't have helped regardless, but the vague tingling beneath her skin bothered her. Noticing her slight grimace, Darnies flinched. "Sorry, forgot. You only need to help if you want."
She smiled, nodding again as the tingling subsided and let him go, pushing Man 3 ahead of her and into the bar where the first two cowered upon seeing her intimidating figure fill up the doorway with Darnies at her side. He leaned against her for support as he picked his cane up once again.
"I hope you guys didn't lose all your money to me." Darnies mocked slightly, looking to Chasa as her eyes brightened.
"That's right," She spoke, causing them to flinch. "Because you're paying for Bec's new window." She smiled at them, crossing her arms and nodding to the red headed woman. They watched together as the men handed the money over the counter to Rebecca before scurrying out as she stepped aside, catching Darnies as her sudden support disappeared. She gave him a friendly glare.
"And you," She spoke, causing him to looking at her. "You're paying for my new groceries." It was his turn to flinch as he turned to look outside. Among all the broken glass, there were two brown bags, one with milk spilling out of the container, the other with eggs scattered around it. He groaned in dismay.
"Not that I won't pay for them, but why did you have groceries if you were coming to the bar? It's 4 blocks from the apartment and the store is the other way..." he trailed of, his questioning tone turning concerned when the girl began looking nervous.
"Let's get a seat, DarnDarn," she said, leading him over to one of the booths in the corner. Once they were seated, Chasa let out a heavy sigh. "A detective caught up with me right in front of my door when I got back from the store; one of your neighbors told him we were close and that I'd know where to find you..."
"He's questioning all of Grayson's neighbors," Darnies put together, grasping his Magen David necklace and whispering a blessing for the werewolf that had been killed in apartment 2-M, just three doors down from Darnies.
"Yes, and I had to tell him where you were so he could question you too, but my Nature said you not knowing he was coming was a danger, so I didnt even get the chance to put my groceries down before I was moving in your direction. Guess you were in a different kind of danger," she looked over to the broken window, then back to Darnies where he was sliding a particularly large piece of glass out of his arm before he wrapped the area with one of Rebecca's old bar rags. With anyone else, that probably would have made her sick to watch, but she'd seen Darnies get in plenty of fights since they met, and they often end with some kind of glass being shattered and making it's way into his skin, so she just sighed instead, especially when he left all the other smaller pieces in his skin and just held another rag to make sure he didn't bleed on Rebecca's furniture. "This is the third time Rebecca's window has been broken by you."
"Hey!" Darnies frowned indignantly. "It's not my fault drunks think their untouchable in some card games. At least I never play with the regulars, I'd have claws and teeth in me instead of glass," he huffed, causing Chasa to laugh. "I'll be fine, I doubt the cop suspects me, and even if he did I got like 12 people in here that can place me here getting in another fight at the time of Grayson's murder."
Chasa sighed at the fact that his alibi was a bar fight, but the information was enough to convince her Nature that she didn't have to be on protective alert for him.
"What's he gonna say about a nineteen year old getting in bar fights?" She asked him as he got out of the booth and limped over to the broom that Rebecca seemed to keep against the back wall just for him. He made his way out the bar door and began sweeping up his mess, and she leaned on the door frame behind him.
"Well I ain't drinkin' and I ain't the one throwin' the first punch- got witnesses for that too- and this is a family bar, yeah? It's got food and a kids menu and everything," he said, relaxing a bit now that he knew the situation could be handled. "He doesn't need to know we were playin' for money. Drunk men will always get angry when they lose to a kid." He let out a distracted chuckle before looking out to the rest of the mess he needed to clean. "This is gonna take a while..."
"In that case, I'm gonna go sit at the bar until you're done," she said, patting his head gently once with a smile. "The detective will probably show up before you're even done."
"Joy." He responded humorlessly, catching some blood trailing down his arm with the extra rag before he went back to sweeping. Chasa knew better than to try and help patch him up unless he asked, but the slight glare she gave him told him she'd be pulling out her giant first aid kit when they got back to the apartment building tonight.
Hamor=Jackass
"I recommend you fold, friend." He said, never loosing his posture or smirk. The man looked to him in disbelief before looking to his two friends and laughing as he waved his cards.
"Yer the one gonna be wantin' to fold, boy. And I ain't yer friend." He said, drunken words slurring his speech. He threw his cards face up on the table. "Full House." He declared, reaching for the money before Darnies' chair legs slamming the ground made him freeze, startled. The boy leaned his weight on the table and sighed as he stood.
"Shame we ain't friends," He spoke up, flipping his cards and dropping them to the table, swiping the money in the process and stuffing it in his jacket's inner pocket. "'Cause, y'see, I share with my friends." The red hearts in the Royal Flush reflected the older man's complection.
"Damn...Damn! Fuck!" He growled, swiping the cards off the table and onto the ground.
"No, it's DarnDarn. If you're gonna say someone's nickname, say it right. And there are kids in this bar so you should really avoid sweari-" The man grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him forward, causing him to lose the support he had from the table and pinwheel to gain his balance back.
"You cheated somehow you little shit, now yer gonna give me back my fuckin' money or my boys and I'll-"
"You'll what." Darnies replied, cutting him off and grabbing his wrist. His dark eyes showed no mercy as he grabbed the man's thumb and bent it back until the man was kneeling in a submissive position to lessen the pain. "I don't like threats, Hamor." He swore, keeping the man in place. The whimper of pain that followed must have woken his friends from their stupor, because one hauled back and threw a punch at Darnies seconds later, forcing the boy to duck and grab his cane before dancing out of the way.
"Get 'im!" The man on the floor growled, cradling his hand to his chest. Darnies held his hand up, signalling off the other patrons who stood up to help him, and swung his cane to catch Man 2 in the jaw. His head snapped to the side, but the satisfaction was short lived as man 3 football tackled him, knocking the air out of his lungs and knocking the both of them right through the bar's front window.
The unforgiving concrete didn't come, but unforgivingly hard arms did. Shoulders cradled in one of these arms, he looked over to see Man 3 in a choke hold of the other.
"Hey, Chasa." He grinned up at the woman, and she somehow manage to look both concerned and judgmental.
"What did you do?"
"Nothing! Sore losers at poker, is all. You mind standing by the door so they don't leave yet?" He questioned, grin still in place even as blood seeped out the corner of his mouth. The woman sighed, but nodded. That was one thing she wasn't too fond of from her Golem's half; should a Jewish person-especially a Witch- ask for help, she felt compelled to comply. Not that she wouldn't have helped regardless, but the vague tingling beneath her skin bothered her. Noticing her slight grimace, Darnies flinched. "Sorry, forgot. You only need to help if you want."
She smiled, nodding again as the tingling subsided and let him go, pushing Man 3 ahead of her and into the bar where the first two cowered upon seeing her intimidating figure fill up the doorway with Darnies at her side. He leaned against her for support as he picked his cane up once again.
"I hope you guys didn't lose all your money to me." Darnies mocked slightly, looking to Chasa as her eyes brightened.
"That's right," She spoke, causing them to flinch. "Because you're paying for Bec's new window." She smiled at them, crossing her arms and nodding to the red headed woman. They watched together as the men handed the money over the counter to Rebecca before scurrying out as she stepped aside, catching Darnies as her sudden support disappeared. She gave him a friendly glare.
"And you," She spoke, causing him to looking at her. "You're paying for my new groceries." It was his turn to flinch as he turned to look outside. Among all the broken glass, there were two brown bags, one with milk spilling out of the container, the other with eggs scattered around it. He groaned in dismay.
"Not that I won't pay for them, but why did you have groceries if you were coming to the bar? It's 4 blocks from the apartment and the store is the other way..." he trailed of, his questioning tone turning concerned when the girl began looking nervous.
"Let's get a seat, DarnDarn," she said, leading him over to one of the booths in the corner. Once they were seated, Chasa let out a heavy sigh. "A detective caught up with me right in front of my door when I got back from the store; one of your neighbors told him we were close and that I'd know where to find you..."
"He's questioning all of Grayson's neighbors," Darnies put together, grasping his Magen David necklace and whispering a blessing for the werewolf that had been killed in apartment 2-M, just three doors down from Darnies.
"Yes, and I had to tell him where you were so he could question you too, but my Nature said you not knowing he was coming was a danger, so I didnt even get the chance to put my groceries down before I was moving in your direction. Guess you were in a different kind of danger," she looked over to the broken window, then back to Darnies where he was sliding a particularly large piece of glass out of his arm before he wrapped the area with one of Rebecca's old bar rags. With anyone else, that probably would have made her sick to watch, but she'd seen Darnies get in plenty of fights since they met, and they often end with some kind of glass being shattered and making it's way into his skin, so she just sighed instead, especially when he left all the other smaller pieces in his skin and just held another rag to make sure he didn't bleed on Rebecca's furniture. "This is the third time Rebecca's window has been broken by you."
"Hey!" Darnies frowned indignantly. "It's not my fault drunks think their untouchable in some card games. At least I never play with the regulars, I'd have claws and teeth in me instead of glass," he huffed, causing Chasa to laugh. "I'll be fine, I doubt the cop suspects me, and even if he did I got like 12 people in here that can place me here getting in another fight at the time of Grayson's murder."
Chasa sighed at the fact that his alibi was a bar fight, but the information was enough to convince her Nature that she didn't have to be on protective alert for him.
"What's he gonna say about a nineteen year old getting in bar fights?" She asked him as he got out of the booth and limped over to the broom that Rebecca seemed to keep against the back wall just for him. He made his way out the bar door and began sweeping up his mess, and she leaned on the door frame behind him.
"Well I ain't drinkin' and I ain't the one throwin' the first punch- got witnesses for that too- and this is a family bar, yeah? It's got food and a kids menu and everything," he said, relaxing a bit now that he knew the situation could be handled. "He doesn't need to know we were playin' for money. Drunk men will always get angry when they lose to a kid." He let out a distracted chuckle before looking out to the rest of the mess he needed to clean. "This is gonna take a while..."
"In that case, I'm gonna go sit at the bar until you're done," she said, patting his head gently once with a smile. "The detective will probably show up before you're even done."
"Joy." He responded humorlessly, catching some blood trailing down his arm with the extra rag before he went back to sweeping. Chasa knew better than to try and help patch him up unless he asked, but the slight glare she gave him told him she'd be pulling out her giant first aid kit when they got back to the apartment building tonight.
Hamor=Jackass
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