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The soft clink of utensils reverberated through the near empty bar; only the bartender, currently glaring at the one customer who refused to leave. There he sat stuffing his face with steak like a man without a care in the world and now of all times, the execution could be happening at any moment and still this pale freak went on with his meal."Grah enough!"Tossing the rag clutched tightly in his hands on the counter."Right outside is an execution of the century and like hell I'm missin it over some troubling customer who refuses to leave.'Shouting out gruffly, his bearded face red with anger.

A playful chuckle slipped from The Doctor's lips before biting down on another piece of steak. He raised the steak knife as if to say something, instead just reached to grab the glass of appletini to take a small sip.

Throwing up his arms in exasperation, Tory, the bartender had had enough and walked out around the bar."You can sit here chewing on some old meat, but I'm outta here. Ain't missin this head poppin cause of you.'Looking to the man who kept cutting away at his steak and let out a growl with a shake of his head.

A wave of such tremendous tension suddenly crashed into the bar from the open doorway that caused for brief moment all movement to stop. The clinking of utensils and the heavy growls were silenced by the intrusion of pressure as massive and heavy as a tidal wave threatening to drown any who felt it. Chills running down spines and goosebumps breaking out over flesh while this sensation hung momentarily over their heads; choking them of life. Gone in instant; an overwhelming presence that left both Tory and even The Doctor stunned.

Only a select few gave off this kind of pressure which meant a sign that the execution was seconds away from taking place."A-amazing..I..I never felt such a thing."Cold sweat dripped down his dirty skin, his wide eyes turning to the other; wondering if he had felt it too, though he had stop mid-cut in his steak but once the pressure vanished had resumed in his cutting.

Tory tore his coat off the rack, rushing to get it on."Fuck it..nothing gonna make me miss this got that? Try not to make a mess before you leave."Stamping his way to the doorway, but just as his hand rested on the wooden double doors; a clearing of the throat from behind reached his ears. He turned his head to glance over his shoulder at the pale individual who had raised the hand holding the steak knife once more.

Only, the man did not make for the glass this time, but had waved back and forth the knife.'Now that...I wouldn't do.'He spoke the warning in an almost teasing way before lowering the hand to wipe off his mouth with a rag.

A warning that only left the bartender confused and further annoyed."What kinda nonsense you spoutin bout now punk?!"He barked back, spittle flying out, tired of this man's foolishness.

Again a chuckle came from this man who seemed to get some kind of weird jolly out of this, even with ominous sense of death coming. Pulling the rag from his mouth to reveal another of his creepy white smile.'Because of..'Before he could answer; screams pierced the air like banshees howling.'...of that.'Pointing his knife towards him as he finished.

The screams soon became louder and in tenor as citizens and pirates alike stampeded from the central of the town."What in sam hell..."Lifting a fuzzy brow as Tory poked his head out to see a crowd of terrified people coming and a loud bone chilling snarl somehow heard over their screams.

A hand suddenly grabbed the back of the bartender's jacket before the stout man was tugged back till the next thing he knew he was sitting on the wooden floorboards.'Go ahead and wander out if you want to get your fat ass trampled.'The doctor stood, shoulder against doors and peering outside.'And like I thought..the fun has begun.'A big, wide smile on his face, looking like a kid about to cause trouble.
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