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It's a Chuck Palahniuk quotes kinda night.
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I'm so Fuckin' broken...

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Amongst all the commotion Clay was momentarily distracted as a familiar face re-entered the tavern. Evelyn. He quickly snapped to when bullets began flying. After that things quickly started making sense and falling into place. A faint smile grew on his lips as the whirling of the droids gun began.

Unarmed he remained out of the gun fight. Quickly, calmly and with an authoritive voice he ushered and aided the few bystanding patrons through the kitchen and out the back door. One particularly elderly man, fragile and slow, Clay carried in his arms. A regular visitor Clay had come to know quite well and even grew fond of as they shared banter back and forth.

A sudden cursed cry of a woman’s voice rung out, followed by the deafening throttle of a mini gun tearing up the tavern. Clay was suddenly torn in which direction to go. Before he could make a decision the ground began to rumble.

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Meanwhile inside.

An eerie silence took a hold of the tavern. The four bleeding corpses lay lifeless and unthreatening.

Suddenly the sound of glass shattering breaks the silence. It’s instantly followed by the descending bouncing of a small metal canister scattering across the wooden floor. It comes to a quick abrupt end and with a short mechanical wirl the strange device anchors itself to the floor.

This occurs in heavy rapid succession in various places all throughout the tavern.

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Clay appears from the kitchen behind the bar, blood splatter covering his chest and face, a hollow look in his eyes, he is about to speak but then... he suddenly vanishes from sight, consumed by the oncoming chaos.

The tavern suddenly erupted in a violent sensory onslaught of maddening chaos! A deafening loud whooping sound terrorises the ears and robs everyone of any communication. A high pitched buzz pieces the brain giving an instant interfering headache. Sight is stolen by a viscous blinding strobe light and the entire floor is quickly clouded in a thick itching, chocking tear gas.
@Blueflame

Hope that was an ok into.
Evelyn had hardly been gone for long, Clayton still wore that stupid smug grin that she had left him with, feeling quite pleased and proud of himself.
It may have been because of this preoccupation that he didn’t hear the commotion going on outside.

The landing and unloading of a transport spacecraft. The marching of heavy boots surrounding the buildings perimeter. The arming, loading and locking of high tech weaponry. The small group of privately own soldiers huddling at the main doors.

It could have been his preoccupation with Evelyn, or it could have simply been their elite expert training, purposed tactical gear and years of field experience.

Since Dorian, the tavern owner’s, disappearance, the ‘magic’ of the old building had seemingly been fading. Repairs were required more often and to their dismay, staff found themselves required to clean more frequently.
Less kind hearted, adventure yearning, refuge seeking patrons magically happened upon the building, while those seeking it for less than savoury purposes, were actually managing to find it.
These were some of those people.

Clayton wasn’t the sort to put his faith in hope. He accepted and expected the worst at all times. That included losing the safety and security that the regular tavern dwellers had come to know. As such, he had began putting into place his own defensive measures.
One of such was a defective AI spider repair drone that had been weaponised. It was still a work in progress, since trade for parts, tools and knowledge had been difficult. But regardless of its progress, as four heavily armed and armoured men burst through the front door, shouting commands for everyone to fall to the floor, the green laser lights of their guns sweeping the room, Clay didn’t hesitate to hit the red button beneath the counter and release the robot.



@Blueflame Give me a while and I can introduce your character to the thread.
Fits perfectly actually.
@BoyMom69035

Clay raises the near empty bottle and gives Evie a nod.
”Safe journeys, you know where to find me.” he says with a sly smile.

Putting the bottle down he quickly rummages behind the bar. Finding what he was after, he stands back up and throws a small packet her way. A simple bag of peanuts.

”Now that’s some food and you already had the drinks. Might be a terrible one but that’s still a date in my books. I promise the next one will be better.” Clay teasingly winks while giving her a wide uncontainable smile.
@BoyMom69035

”Who said anything about a relationship?” Clay softly growled with a playful predatory grin. He continued to listen and top up her shot glasses as soon as they were emptied, taking a sip for himself each time.

”So was the kid worth it? He asks, shuffling between his now lit cigaret and the bottle.
Looking down at the table he chuckles before taking a deep drag on his cigaret, trying to decide how to answer her invasive question.
”Well enough that it’s gotta finally pay off for me.” he said with a laugh before washing it away with a long drink.
@Dark Light

Does Clay flirt with all the ladies? Lol


You’ll have to ask them :p
@BoyMom69035

”Well shit.” The man replies, he takes another swig straight from the bottle before casually filling up the shot glassses again.
”Better hurry up ‘n’ get this first date out the way then.”

Clay he responds, taking her hand.
”So Evie.” he says accentuating her name as he tests it. ”Can I ask where you came from? Musta been a hell of a party.

He notions to the state of her hair and attire. Once again finding his cigaret, he holds it out for her to light.
“Sure thing.” He said with a nod, still smirking at her sarcasm.
He carefully lay out three shot glassses between them and knew just where to go to get the perfect bottle of whisky. He removed the cigaret from his lips as he poured the liquid, generously filling each little glass. Then he took a swig himself before turning to the near full board of room keys.

Sorry doll, don’t look like we got any rooms with a shower left.
He blatantly lies with a sly chuckle. He takes a key off the board and turns back around. Eyes locking onto hers.
But seeing as I’m a nice guy, I’ll let you share mine.” he returns her wink from before.
@BoyMom69035

A familiar figure responded to the mercenaries call. While never seen before in person, he was a clear match to the image she had previously been shown. Even down to the open leather jacket sitting across his wide shoulders and exposing his bare heavily tattooed chest.
He was a tall man with a solid physique, dirty blond hair and a short beard. He had a rough yet charming look to him. Mostly because of his constant daring perfect smile and his deep mesmerising pale blue eyes.

He approached the bar from the kitchen out the back, a small towel in one hand and a clean glass in the other.

Haven’t seen you around before.” he states as he puts away the glass and drapes the towel over the counter. Leaning forward on the bar he shamelessly examines the new patron.
Looks like you could use a room with a shower.” he playfully teases, flashing that notorious grin as he pulls a cigaret from his jacket pocket and puts it in his mouth, letting it hang from his lips.
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