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Whiskey in a Jar; Tag; Alexander
Topic Started: Jul 14 2014, 06:33 PM (427 Views)
James Proudstar
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Time: 10:00pm
Date: May 12
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The first day he'd been at the expo had been... interesting, no doubt. From surprise guest appearances to just the group that he'd been with, it hadn't been what Jim had expected, but overall was good. A tad overwhelming, and he only picked up about half of the science madness, but interesting. And he knew Sarah was pleased that he'd shown up, and that was important too. For the week of the expo he'd stay in town, maybe go upstate a little before he would come back to the school from a rather extended break. After so long on the road, he missed home. He hadn't made plans with anyone, save for Sarah, while he was in town, and had planned to just go and see who (or what) found him. Without a doubt, there was something interesting to be had in the town while he was there, and it was funny how those kind of things hounded mutants.

However, he'd been pointed in the direction of going to get drinks with a friend of Sarah's. He'd agreed, a little reluctantly, although if she spoke well of him, he probably wasn't trouble. Or at least hadn't revealed himself to be trouble yet. Had he always been so cynical of people? For a reason undisclosed to him, Sal's wasn't an option and he still had issues going to Larry's place, so he'd suggested a bar off of 10th avenue that he'd been to a few times and enjoyed it. Sarah had given him a name and shown him what Alex looked like, so there wouldn't be a long period of awkward waiting, they'd set a time and now here he was. It did occur to him once or twice that this was set up like the weirdest blind date in history, but he didn't really want to think too much on that.

James stepped into the bar, habitually glancing around for anything that immediately tipped him off that something was wrong. Nothing showed up on his radar. Satisfied, the apache moved across the room to the bar and sat down, running a hand through his dark hair to pull it away from his face. The bartender, a young redheaded woman walked over to him and Jim flashed her a short lived smile. “Can I get a Guinness?” He pulled his wallet out, fishing for a moment before handing the woman his debit card. “And open a tab.” A moment or two later, he was presented with his beer and glanced around for Alex’s appearance.

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Alexander
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It'd been hours since Alex had gotten off work, and he had been at the bar, called Ball and Chain, ever since. He was already plenty of whiskeys in, like, ten whole whiskeys. Or something. Honestly, he was a little unsure it was only ten shots. But that didn't even really matter, what mattered was he was feelin' good and having a good time. This bar wasn't as good as Sal's had been, pre-Exodus and Rhino, but it'd do. Mostly cause he'd been coming there for weeks now and there was no sign of any super villains yet, which was a big bonus on the positive side of this bar. But otherwise it was pretty damn dull. Frequented mostly by college kids, it was a bit more upbeat than Sal's, and of course it had the no-smoking policy, so every now and then Alex had to go outside to smoke.

But all in all, it'd been a good afternoon. He'd chatted up a few college chicks, no one too interesting though, and gotten a few numbers that he might use later tonight. Honestly, he needed a good, pretty distraction with everything that had been going on lately. And one of those blondes from earlier would do perfectly fine for that, Alex always found he was less worried about life in general when he had other things on his mind.

Phone buzzing in his pocket, he fished it out and saw that it was from Sarah. A smile flittered across his face, now there was someone who was even more interesting than those blondes, but unfortunately, she wasn't likely to booty-text him any time this century. She was texting him about this guy she was sending over, that she thought they'd get along nicely and sure, Alex was always up for a drinking buddy.

He was just about to wash down his eleventh whiskey shot, when someone grabbed his shoulders. "Now look-y here boys! It's our ol' pall Alex!" And Alex felt dread settle in his stomach as he swallowed that whiskey shot. Big Tom. The hands on his shoulders squeezed, and turned him around on the swirly barchair he was sitting on.

"Heeey Tom" Alex tried, with a big smile. "How you been?"

"I'm glad you ask, 'cause me and the gang have been doing piss poorly since you left. Two-finger Jim got arrested on that last run, 'cause you weren't there to do it for 'im." Big Tom explained, not letting go of his shoulders. The usual suspect friends of Tom's filled up behind him, at least five dudes. All Purple Skulls. Fuck. "Now the big guys upstairs, might've been fine with you leaving at all - but me and the guys, you see, we feel quite hurt that you left us." Toms fingers bit into Alex's shoulders, but to anyone else, it just looked like a friendly conversation. "Really hurt actually. Right guys?" he turned his ugly mug towards the five guys how all nodded or muttered 'yeah' guffly, while smiling. "How's about we go outside, huh Alex? Catch up?"

No thank you. "I'm actually meeting someone, so I think I'll pass."

"Who're you meeting, huh, techie? You ain't got no friends but us."
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James Proudstar
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It was on his second glance around the bar that James found Alex. He was on the other side of the bar, swiveled around to face a group of guys. At face value, nothing looked wrong. They were perhaps a group of friends talking, nothing to be concerned about. But Jim knew otherwise. The body language was a neon sign that said these men had less than friendly intentions for the man who sat in the barstool. Jim grabbed his drink and stood, focusing his attention to the group. The blanket of noise from the bar faded away to leave Jim's sensitive hearing focused completely on the men he was approaching. Six, including the man who was actively talking to Alex. None of them had the posture of a professionally trained fighter, which made it most likely that they were street thugs. Not hired hands, they were too sloppy for that. He was at least half a foot taller than even the tallest of them, which gave him a good chance of simply intimidating them away from Alex. "Who're you meeting, huh, techie? You ain't got no friends but us."

"That would be where you're wrong." Jim's tone was cordial, as if he hadn't picked up the threats they had already given his new, freckled, companion. 6 pairs of eyes locked onto James, who had (probably needlessly with all the other activity) approached them nearly silently. A deep breath confirmed the fact that this wasn't a high money job or anything, none of them carried the expensive smell of cologne or of high quality fabrics. No, they smelled like the inner city and all that came with it. He clapped a hand on the big guy who had his hand on Alex, took a drink and leaned forward to crouch to his level. The group, in a almost beautifully choreographed movement, stepped away from Jim a little as their leader visibly stiffened. "Ain't that right, Mackie? Now--" His tone lost it's lightness and as he looked to Tom, the apache's eyes darkened. "How 'bout you take your hands off him before we get ahead of ourselves, eh? I'd really feel bad to get you kicked out of this bar and into a hospital."

Jim's grip suddenly tightened and with a muffled gasp of pain, Tom released his hold on Alex as Jim dug his thumb into the pressure point near the back of his neck. He didn't know if this guy had any abilities, but even if he turned out to be invulnerable or something else intense, he knew from experience that pressure points still hurt like a mother fucker. The moment he let go of Alex, Jim released him and took another drink, watching the little group with something very close to amusement on his face. Unless something went downhill very quickly, this was going to be over rather quickly. His adversary straightened and glared at Jim. Oh he was a big boy; Jim was only a few inches taller than him. His eyes darted over the man again, looking for anything useful for him. He didn't appear to have any weapons on him, and from the way he was dressed, Jim could assume that he might of had some powers that Jim himself possessed. But it wasn't power alone that made him confident, it was the training that this man clearly lacked. That and he was naturally an arrogant son of a bitch, but who was counting that?

"I don't think you know who you're messing with. I'm gonna have to teach you some respect too, I can see." Jim actually snorted a little, only furthering his smug, relaxed attitude. He raised the wide brimmed glass to his lips as the man in front of him burned in his skin. Good, it was good for him to get angry. Angry people made more mistakes. Tom tensed and, probably in response to the smart-ass smirk Jim was giving him, swung a fist at him.

Once upon a time, when he'd been a young lad, back in Arizona, Jim had simply assumed that everyone experienced the same thing he did when something came rushing towards him. He knew better now, knew that his reflexes were a by-product of his super speed and left even the best trained human athlete in the dust. So, to say that it was easy to avoid being hit would of been an understatement. The world around him seemed to slow down as James's hand snapped up to grab Tom's wrist and, still with his drink in one hand, he squeezed hard. There was the slightest of hesitation, probably a mild durability ability or perhaps some enhanced strength, before he felt the bones in his wrist snap under his fingers. It all happened in the blink of an eye, and then it was over, Tom crouched over, cradling his partially crushed wrist, a few other customers looking over to see what was going on, and then returning to their drinks or conversations.

"Now, as I was saying. Hospital. Get the hell out before I get it in my head to do more then break your damn wrist." He growled, glancing behind him at Tom's posse. The group of thugs had their varied reactions of anger or maybe a little bit of fear before Tom pushed past him, spitting swears at Jim as he and the rest of their group, like good little sheepies, stepped out of the bar. The blonde behind the counter raised her eyebrows at him, but didn't reach for the phone as Jim took a seat next to Alex and took another long, cold drink of beer, even pausing for a moment to push his hair back out of his face before turning partially to Alex and offering a hand towards him, "Jim Proudstar, I assume you're Alex and that those creeps weren't your usual crowd." He arched an eyebrow before polishing off his drink and tapping the bar. Time for some bourbon.
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Alexander
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"That would be where you're wrong."

Turning his eyes towards the intruder on the conversation, same as the other six guys, a shot of relief went through Alex. By the looks of him, this was the dude Sarah had sent his way, and he'd have to make sure to give her a box of chocolates or something the next time he saw her, because this dude was exactly the kind of man Alex desperately needed right now. He was a giant, towering over even Big Tom, who was just standing there with his mouth hanging open dumbly.

"Ain't that right, Mackie? Now--" His tone lost it's lightness and as he looked to Tom, the apache's eyes darkened. "How 'bout you take your hands off him before we get ahead of ourselves, eh? I'd really feel bad to get you kicked out of this bar and into a hospital."

Mentally cheering, Alex leveled a gaze on Tom with an almost big grin that very much said 'yeah, my guy is bigger than you'. Tom's fingers left big, ugly finger-shaped bruises on Alex's shoulders when he finally let go, and the man couldn't help but rub the spots a little. But, he was still grinning widely, even though it hurt, because big Tom was getting exactly what was fucking coming to him. The man was a mutant, and had considerable strength, but Alex had seen him waver under the weight of a family car before. And something told the former car-thief, that this man who'd come to his defense, was a hell of a lot stronger than that.

And he was right about that. Before Alex could even so much as blink, Tom's wrist was hanging in an awkward angle and the man was clearly suppressing a howl of pain.

"Now, as I was saying. Hospital. Get the hell out before I get it in my head to do more then break your damn wrist."

The small group of Alex's ex-friends seemed to think more breaking of bones was a bad idea, and they were probably right, and scurried off to whatever hole they'd crawled out of. And Alex? Alex was impressed. As the man swallowed down a large gulp of beer and then turned towards him, Alex was still smiling hugely, even though his shoulders still kind of ached.

"Jim Proudstar, I assume you're Alex and that those creeps weren't your usual crowd."

"Yeah I'm Alex, and no they're not and holy crap you're awesome!" Alex took the offered hand and shook it. "You totally kicked his ass! Without even like, actually kicking it, you were all like 'get out' and he - did you see his face? He was all like 'yeahwebetterleave' and dude! You are not paying for your own drinks tonight!" The technopath stood and waved the bartender who'd taken Jim's order back. "That goes on my tab, and anything else he orders, okay? Get me one of whatever he's having too" the woman arched an eyebrow at Alex with a skeptical mouth quirk. "Mona, you stop that now, you know I'm good for it now," patting Alex on the head, Mona shouted something about two bourbons on Mackenzie's bill down to the male-bartender standing at the register. "Did I say thank you? Because thank you. If you hadn't had come along just then, I would've been a bloody pulp by now"
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James Proudstar
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Jim was generally unaccustomed to Alex's reaction. Maybe it came from hanging around people who could level cities with a thought, or having to be combat ready. Most of the time it was like 'cool, thanks, lets continue with our lives.' Not that he had a problem with it, of course. As he sat down and introduced himself, he was hit with a tidal wave of enthusiasm. Finding himself grinning a little in shock as Alex shook his hand and gushed over him. Well, this trip was certainly soothing his ego. Not that he had any issues with that in the first place. Jim glanced at the bartenders before shrugging a little.

"S'really nothin', man. I mean, I couldn't have some thugs beat you up. Sarah woulda' killed me." he flashed him a more genuine smile as Alex stood up and said that he was paying for Jim's drinks of the evening. He certainly wasn't going to turn down the free alcohol, but he was a little concerned that Alex would end up losing more money than he was anticipating. Jim was a big guy, and it took a lot to get him drunk. It was both a blessing and a curse, and he would feel bad if he drank a hole in the other man's pocket.

"Hey, you don't need to do that, it was really nothin', and I drink a lot..." He wouldn't argue if Alex insisted, but it was at least fair to give him a heads up. As his bourbon was delivered to him, James sighed a little and leaned on the bar with a grin, lifting the glass to his lips and having a long drink. He did love a good bourbon. Thugs and wrist breaking aside, this was the stuff Jim wasn't as good with. He, by no means, was awkward around people anymore, but he wasn't a social butterfly either. But the one on one stuff he was better with, so he figured that he wouldn't botch up too badly. He would of asked about the men trying to rough him up, but that wasn't really any of Jim's business and he wasn't about to go delving into his personal life after knowing him for 15 minutes. But they did have one specific charged interest he could comfortably get into.

"So, how'd you and Sarah meet?"
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Alexander
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Waving Jim off with a casual hand gesture when he started talking about drinking a lot, Alex took the drink that arrived in his hand. "I got a well-paid gig, so drink all ya like my friend, no rescuer of mine is drinking on his own bill," he announced. Come to think of it, that policy might wind up costing him a lot, being a technopath with no real defense.. or offense for that matter.. he might want to reconsider it, the next time someone saved his hinny. He was well-paid, but not that well-paid.

"Still dude, I know Sarah packs quite a punch for such a tiny girl and all, you didn't have to step up there and ya did, good on ya for it." he was slipping in and out of his texas drawls and maybe he had, had a little bit too much already.

"Cheers," Alex lifted his glass and bumped it against Jim's, smiling widely. God tonight was a good night. "Sarah and I? We met at this tech convention down town," he answered, drinking a big gulp of bourbon, the stuff was warming his belly quite nicely. "Got to talkin' about tech and stuff. I don't know if she told ya - I'mma technopath too, so naturally we had a lot to talk about." He had learnt a lot about his own powers too that day.

"How 'bout you? How'd you meet Sarah?"
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James Proudstar
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And that was that. Jim didn’t protest when Alex insisted and happily took the bourbon offered to him. He shrugged a little before putting the glass. “You’re welcome. Hopefully they’ll leave you alone.” Alex’s voice wavered in and out of a drawl that told him that he was from somewhere a little south of his neck of the woods. If he got enough down Jim started to catch on the same process, although the southwestern accent that he’d once had was nowhere as heavy as Sam’s or even Alex’s. It was usually reserved for singing in bars and drunken adventures, although now and then it was more obvious. But mostly, his time in the northeast had killed it off.

“Cheers.” He grinned and polished off the rest of the whiskey with a few swallows and waited for another one to be given to him. “Oh really? She didn’t mention that.” He was a technopath? Jim’s thoughts strayed from the initial fact and went to the group of big shots who had taken a swing at him. Had those guys been anti-mutant? No, they couldn’t of been, whoever Jim had hurt had been tougher than a regular guy; it had taken more effort to hurt him. And he had broken enough bones to know the difference. He shrugged off the thought, returning his attention to Alex and his question.

“Me? Oh lord... “ He frowned a little, counting back the years. How old was he again? “I met Sarah… 7 years ago? 8? Somewhere in there. We went to the same school for a little bit. I left for a little while and then came back up here and I’ve stayed ever since.” He thanked the bartender as she gave him another whiskey and started on that one as well, letting it burn slowly in him. It was going to take more than that to get him feeling anything and tonight seemed like a good night to get a little wasted, especially if he wasn’t paying.
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Alexander
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Shaking his head doubtfully, Alex swallowed the last bit of alcohol in his glass and licked the rim for the last drop. "Seriously doubt it. I tell ya Jimmy, never get involved with a group that calls themselves anything with a color name in it. It's bad. They take themselves way too seriously, and get butthurt if you leave 'em." This was good life advice, that Alex had wished someone would've told him way back when he had first gotten involved with the Purple Skulls. Of course, now he was with the Red Court. Which also had a color in their name. But that was totally different. And besides, Jimmy didn't look like the sort to get involved with a criminal element anyway, he looked like he had stepped straight out of some old western movie where he was the hero sherif or something. Or maybe that was just how Alex viewed him after he'd been saved by the man. "But that's okay, I'm not much in New York anymore anyway," Mostly he was on the Vimana these days, trying to lay low after the prison break-in.

“I met Sarah… 7 years ago? 8? Somewhere in there. We went to the same school for a little bit. I left for a little while and then came back up here and I’ve stayed ever since.”

Alex waved at the bartender again, and she brought both the men new glasses of whiskey and winked at Jim when she did. "Xaviers?" Alex asked, when he mentioned the school. He had considered the school way back when he had first come to New York, but his promise to his ma about staying away from all mutant-affairs had kept him from it. He couldn't even remember whether or not Sarah had told him, she was affiliated with the school, if she had he had forgotten, but it didn't really matter. He hadn't told her he was with the Red Court either. "Mona seems to have taken a liking to ya," Alex mentioned, and motioned sidewards with his head towards the young, blonde bartender with the sleeve tattoo.
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James Proudstar
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“I’ll keep it in mind.” For their sakes, James hoped that they were wise enough to stay away for tonight. He tended to get less compassionate the more he drank. And unlike some of his associates, Jim had no problem with beating the hell out of someone who provoked him. Not very X-Man-y of him, but it was the truth. He didn’t truck well with people who were only big and tough in groups and then went after an individual. Especially when that individual was sitting right next to him. He raised an eyebrow at Alex for a moment, mildly curious about his comment, but decided to say nothing and take another refreshing drink of whiskey. There was little in the world he loved more than that particular poison. When the glass was empty, he absently tapped his fingers against the glass surface quietly, looking back over to Mack. There was the sound of footsteps and his glass was removed from the bar. He glanced up as he received another drink from the bartender, flashed the blonde a bright grin and winked back.

She was pretty, and he did like a woman with ink. Jim’s gaze wandered for a second as he took a mouthful of his new whiskey. When Mack mentioned the name of the school, he visibly stiffened for a moment. Even with him being a mutant and the school being more public, he was still uncomfortable with talking about it as casually as some others did. It probably had something to do with being blown up. His initial discomfort was only a second or two however and quite easy to miss.

“Yeah. Went there as a senior in high school, and I work there now. I'm a teacher. S’a good place.” He nodded once before returning to his drink. That school had quite literally saved his life more than once and especially when he had been completely lost, they had taken him back without a single second thought. It had started off as a safe place and had grown into a family for him. He’d found brothers and sisters in that place; people he’d do anything to protect. He smirked a little at his comment about Mona and glanced back at the woman again for a moment before turning back to Alex.

“Well can you blame her? I’m gorgeous.” He grinned across the way at Mona, who raised an amused eyebrow at him. “Modest too.” He threw back the rest of his bourbon and resumed his playful smiling. Okay, stupid thugs aside, it was a good night. A very good night. He was going to have to buy Sarah chocolate or something in thanks for sending him this way.
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Alexander
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Noticing the stiffening in Jimmy's posture when Alex mentioned the school, he decided this guy probably wasn't the best person to start a discussion with about the mutant cause, not that Alex would want to discuss that anyway, and let it be, content to just nod in agreement when Jimmy said it was a good place. It probably was, supposedly the best place for a mutant to be. Dangerous too though. Still, there was some part of him that wondered what his life would look like now if he'd broken his promise to his ma and gone there anyway.

Would they have taken him in as a mechanic? Would he have been further along in his powers? He knew from comparing with Sarah that he was on some points a pretty pathetic technopath. More of a car-path, or something. Transportation-path. Breathing deeply through his nose, he reached out and felt the cars outside on the streets of New York, didn't posses anyone of them, just felt them be there, and felt reassured. Nah, anything that felt this good couldn't be pathetic.

“Well can you blame her? I’m gorgeous.” He grinned across the way at Mona, who raised an amused eyebrow at him. “Modest too.”

"That ya are, ma big bulky hero, that ya are," Alex grinned and threw back the last bit of bourbon in his glass. He was getting pretty drunk, and fished around his pockets for something, giving a loud 'a-HA!' when he fished out a package of cigarettes. "Wanna come outside? S'pretty hot in here, and it's not just me, s'also bad air-condition, man, I hate those sons of bitches, did you know that? Air-condition units man, biggest SOB's in the world!" he wobbled a little as he got off his chair, and man, he was saying man a lot, and put a cigarette in his mouth. Just assuming Jimmy would follow him, if he wanted to, Alex walked outside through a door in the back that lead to a small alley and lit up his cigarette.
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James Proudstar
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Alex’s reaffirmance of his wonderful qualities brought another playful grin to his features, aimed once more at Mona, who laughed brightly for a moment before returning to her job. He watched as Alex then threw back the rest of his drink as well. He was certainly feeling the alcohol more than Jim was, and it was a little funny to see him get drunk. The apache raised an eyebrow as Mack cried out in joy when he found his pack of smokes and explained to him why Air Conditioners were not the nicest of machines.

“Yeah, gimme’ just a sec.” He watched Alex sway his way out and stood, grabbing a pen from off the bar, left behind by a student no doubt. He quickly scribbled down an address and a room number then offered it to Mona, who took it and smiled softly, leaning forward on the bar.

“What’s this for? Want me to drive your drunk self home or something?”

“Or something.”

She laughed again and tucked it away, leaving Jim to trail after Alex, stepping out of the bar. There wasn’t a terrible temperature difference, but Mack needed to step out to smoke anyways. He tried not to look too irritated at the smell of the smoke; being this close to it made it hard to pick out anything but the smell of cigarettes. Leaning back against the wall, Jim shoved both hands into his pockets, glancing around the street every so often. They had a few moments of uninterrupted time when he heard something over the din of the city.

He knew how to pick out sounds that meant danger, and right then it was definitely happening. He took a deep breath, and pushing past the smoke, he could smell something familiar and slightly out of place in this part of town. Fuck. Round two. Jim shifted against the wall slightly before he crouched and pulled his jean leg up, reaching for a moment into his boot to pull out the two 9 inch vibranium knives, which spun expertly between his dark fingers as he stood again, looking over the shadows of the back alley. Hopefully they’d be intimidated enough to go away again. He was not the kind of figure you wanted to meet in a dark alley, especially not armed.

“We ain’t alone, man.”
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Alexander
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Heaving in a deep smoke filled breath, whistling it out again softly through his nose, Alex leaned back against the brick wall of the bar and welcomed the cool stone against his warm body, even through his t-shirt which was green with the text 'You can Read!' written in bold black. For a moment, he was alone and it hit him just how drunk he was, as he rubbed his eye with his free hand and fished his phone out of his pocket and typed out a text. 'ur guy z totaly awsum' he typed out, closing one eye to be able to read it and mouthing the words along as he wrote. He was usually not that casual about his writing, even in texts, but he couldn't really seem to hit the buttons right, so that'd have to do. "Send," he said out-loud with a smile, and send it to Sarah, who was probably at home at his apartment right now. Alex wondered if she might have some left overs from her dinner for him, when she got home, he was kinda hungry.

Then Jimmy came out of the door, and Alex lifted his hand in salute, almost burning himself with his cigarette in the process, and grinned. "Gave your number to Mona?" he guessed, there was a wicked gleam to his green eyes, as he drew the cigarette op to his lips and inhaled another round of smoke. He was barely standing, almost propped up against the wall with his legs in front of him pushing him back against the bricks. He furrowed his brows when Jimmy didn't answer, the man looked so intense as he surveyed the area, alert and standing tall next to Alex. "Somethin' wrong?" he asked, and even if Jimmy didn't hear him, he answered.

“We ain’t alone, man.”

"..Wha.." Alex begun, putting the cigarette between his lips, and turned his head towards the entrance to the blind-alley. Oooh. Ten guys, this time with baseball bats and knives that gleamed in the spotlight of a street-light, all closing in with nasty grins on their faces. Fuck. Glancing over at his buddy, Alex saw that the man had already drawn a huge knife that reminded him of the knife that Crocodile Dundee pulls out when he says 'this is a knife' in that movie. Alex pushed himself off of the wall and straightened his back. "Two times in one night guys? Seriously, your stalkerish tendencies have to stop dudes, I'm taken, we can never be," Alex rattled off, drawing one last breath of his cigarette and dropping it on the ground, squashing it with his sneaker.

"You think you're so cute, don't 'cha, huh, traitor?" it wasn't Big Tom this time, obviously that dude was still licking his wounds, but this guy was almost as massive. Alex couldn't remember his name, but it was something ironic, like 'Tiny' or something. The man cracked his knuckles. "This ain't your fight," he said to Alex's company. "We just want him."

"Who doesn't?" And with that, he was standing a little in front of Jimmy this time, so when the group attacked, the first one went at him. He dodged the first punch thrown and took advantage of his attackers off-balance stance by kicking at his knee, sending the first one on the ground. His victory didn't last though, because the next one tackled him right away and sent them both tumbling on the ground. Alex cracked his head against the pavement, and purely out of instinct drew up his arms to protect his face and neck, bucking to try and throw his attacker off. Meanwhile, eight guys went at Jim.
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The moment Jim saw the group of people, he started figuring out who was going to be able to hurt him. Anyone with large firearms, blades longer than 6 inches, anyone who looked like they were capable of setting him on fire, the usual. Nothing made him inherently nervous, if he ignored the fact that there were a decent amount of of angry people descending upon them in a dark back alley. Typical tuesday night kind of stuff it seemed. Jim was deathly silent as they had their little exchange, pulling the fight apart in his head. He paused in his thoughts to raise an eyebrow and glance to Alex.Taunting them when you were soft and easily injured might not have been the best idea. Jim shrugged off the man who addressed him and gestured to his companion with one hand, still clutching his knife.

“Sorry, we’re a package deal, and I’ve got plans tonight.” He spun the knife between his fingers, putting it into a more fighting appropriate position, the blade facing out away from him. When Alex stepped out in front of him, Jim reached out to tug him back, but quickly found that wasn’t going to be an option when some kid lunged at him. Figuring Alex could probably handle him for a moment, James turned his attention to the next immediate threat: a guy coming at him with a knife. These weren’t exactly the black ops he was going against, and when the guy lunged forward, Jim neatly stepped out of the way, grabbed his arm and twisted. The blade fell to the ground with a clatter, and he pulled the guy forward, pushing his knee into the kid hard enough that the air rushed out of his audibly. He tossed him to the ground and looked up, waiting for someone to take another jab at him.
Alex, it seemed, wasn’t doing as well. Another one of their little group had him on the ground and was trying to pummel him. That was the next priority; Alex was drunk enough where Jim was pretty sure it had been a miracle in itself that he’d been able to land a hit on the first guy. With a muffled grumble, he slammed the bottom of his boot into the guy’s face, turning his head fast enough to make his eyes roll back and go limp against Mack. He’d be out for a little bit. Alex could handle the dude from there as very quickly James once again had his own problems.

There was a loud crack as something broke against his lower back and Jim turned to grab what was left of a bat with a growl. Really, a baseball bat? He was almost insulted that anyone thought that was going to do them much good. He yanked it clean out of the guy’s hand and struck him in the temple with the hilt of one of his knives, turning around to send the other 9 inches into one of the thug’s shoulders. That was going to hurt in the morning. 5 down, 5 to go. He moved to retrieve his blade, almost dancing around the various ways the remaining guys sought to injure him. This needed to end before one of them hurt Alex, or the police were called. He really didn’t feel like getting arrested. Yanking his knife out of the guy, Jim lashed out, making sure to just incapacitate 4 out of the five guys who were left. A moment later, he stood to face the big guy. He nodded to one of the few guys who now sported stab wounds in their shoulders or legs, and then stared him down. Sometimes silence was just as scary as him making a threat. Tiny, or whatever the fuck they called him stood there and shook his head.
James huffed a little then looked to Alex.

“You owe them money or somethin’, man?” He grinned a little and looked over his quietly to make sure he didn’t see any immediate wounds. And then he heard the click. Looking back over to where the goon squad leader stood, his attention was quickly drawn to the gun he held. It was a revolver, nothing that could seriously injure him, but it wasn’t Jim who the gun was aimed at. Bullets, he imagined, would probably work just fine for killing Mack. He hesitated for just a moment, casting a look down at Alex before he moved. There was a muffled crack as he fired before he gun hit the ground, its owner suddenly finding himself pinned up against the building by his neck. If someone had looked, they would see a round hole in Jim’s shirt and a slight discoloration of the skin beneath. It stung like a bitch, but it hadn’t even pierced the skin. Mostly, he was just pissed at the moment.

“So Mack, I’m thinkin’ that maybe if I skin him, I could get enough leather for a pair a boots.” He tightened his hold on the guy’s neck, who spluttered and coughed. “What do you think?”
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