Post by shraider on Mar 5, 2016 4:56:37 GMT -6
The bar was pretty central to the inner city, and being a Saturday night, the place was pretty busy despite the lack of a dance floor. The blonde perched on a stool at the bar didn't seem to mind though. It was true, he much preferred somewhere he could dance, but he was running low on clubs to dance at and had to settle for a regular bar. He was also dressed more appropriately considering the clubs clientele, wearing a dark colored sweater and jeans. Unlike the clubs he was used to, the people who were milling around the pools tables were the rougher sort. If there was any club that Hektor probably should have accompanied him into it was this one. But it just so happened that his friend had opted out of joining him in the gloomy and loud establishment to instead sit on the roof and preen.
Picking up his drink with a small hand bedazzled with about 4 different rings, Des was content just watching the people go about their business as his mind drifted. This was a usual night for him, sitting alone at a bar with a drink. But he couldn't help think of the peculiar night up on the roof only a few days previous. The first hunter he'd met in years that he'd had a civil conversation with that didn't begin or end with trying to kill each other. It was actually nice...talking to a human for once. He'd actually thought about seeking the young man out once more but decided against it considering what he'd said about clubs and alcohol.
When the doors to the bar opened, Des thought nothing of it, but let his eyes drift over anyway. It was only when they fell on the man that entered did his thoughts snap back into place. Paling considerably, he was frozen for a moment before immediately reaching for the gun tucked into the small of his back. He had just discretely pulled it out when he felt a tap on his shoulder and a voice speak. "Wait a second.." Risking drawing his gaze away from the man that hadn't noticed him yet, his vision was suddenly accosted by a rough looking man wearing a bomber jacket standing not two feet away from him. "Are you..."
Still very distracted, Des only grunted a reply, turning his gaze back to the man at the door before being roughly turned by a hard hand on his shoulder. "You're the asshole that broke my brothers arm the other day."
Two things happened right then. Just as the a hard right hook met the barely suspecting Des across the face, Andrew Adam's gaze fell on him just in time to witness it.
With it being the weekend with still no leads on his quarry, the older hunter had once again hit the town. That had been four hours previous, and without even a pixie fluttering back, Adams had stepped into the first bar that he'd come across. Why waste a perfectly good Saturday night alone on the street when he could get cozy with a bottle of whiskey. After all, Sunday was the lords day and he was bound to have better luck.
The very last thing he'd expected upon walking into the bar was to lay eyes on the very man he'd been seeking for the better part of two years. The mouth that had dropped open in shock quickly changed into a feral smile. "Well, son of a bitch..." And it looked like someone had already taken it upon themselves to knock his quarry senseless. Dark eyes fixed on the blonde who'd just hit the floor and who's gun just skittered out of reach, he wasn't looking when his shoulder collided roughly with another. Barely registering the collision and continuing forward it was much to his surprise when a strong hand spun him around. Surprised and irritated, Adam's only blinked in the face of the heavy set leader clan man who was yelling in his face. He may have replied if he could have understood the man but most of it, other than a few choice curses, was in german.
"Sorry friend, I ain't got no time for this."
Reaching into his jacket for 'Gods word', he had just barely withdrawn it when suddenly the man who was still angrily growling in his face collided with him.
Across the bar and recovering quickly, Des rolled back onto his feet. Chancing a look towards the hunter that entered, he was pleasantly surprised to see a large and angry biker basically tackle him. Turning his attention back to his new opponent, the blonde dodged a left hook, grabbing the passing wrist before slamming a palm up into his nose. The man crumbled quickly with a groan, but just as Des began glancing around the floor for his gun, he heard the loud sound of a shot gun blast through the club. For a moment he expected pain to bloom somewhere on his body but with a quick glance realized that the gun had gone off because it was being grappled for by four to five angry bikers and one angrier hunter.
Eyes finally falling on the small gun, which was now being kicked across the room by a crowd of panicked bar goers, the blonde was about to make a dive for it when someone collided with him from behind. Breath leaving him in a woosh, he gasped for a second as someone flipped him over and prepared a fist to bring down into his face; probably an angry 'friend' of the man who's nose he had just broken. Blocking the punch, Des brought an elbow up, catching the assailent in the eye, before pushing him over and finished the job with a knee in the ribs.
Once again huffing a breath he didn't waste any time sending the next two people who threw punches at him crashing to the ground. Now desperate to retrieve his gun, the only thing that eased his nerves was the fact that the fight across the room was still waging. In fact, just as he looked up, the hunter had sent someone crashing through a window. Unfortunately, the man that had went through the window was one of the last bikers standing.
Picking up his drink with a small hand bedazzled with about 4 different rings, Des was content just watching the people go about their business as his mind drifted. This was a usual night for him, sitting alone at a bar with a drink. But he couldn't help think of the peculiar night up on the roof only a few days previous. The first hunter he'd met in years that he'd had a civil conversation with that didn't begin or end with trying to kill each other. It was actually nice...talking to a human for once. He'd actually thought about seeking the young man out once more but decided against it considering what he'd said about clubs and alcohol.
When the doors to the bar opened, Des thought nothing of it, but let his eyes drift over anyway. It was only when they fell on the man that entered did his thoughts snap back into place. Paling considerably, he was frozen for a moment before immediately reaching for the gun tucked into the small of his back. He had just discretely pulled it out when he felt a tap on his shoulder and a voice speak. "Wait a second.." Risking drawing his gaze away from the man that hadn't noticed him yet, his vision was suddenly accosted by a rough looking man wearing a bomber jacket standing not two feet away from him. "Are you..."
Still very distracted, Des only grunted a reply, turning his gaze back to the man at the door before being roughly turned by a hard hand on his shoulder. "You're the asshole that broke my brothers arm the other day."
Two things happened right then. Just as the a hard right hook met the barely suspecting Des across the face, Andrew Adam's gaze fell on him just in time to witness it.
With it being the weekend with still no leads on his quarry, the older hunter had once again hit the town. That had been four hours previous, and without even a pixie fluttering back, Adams had stepped into the first bar that he'd come across. Why waste a perfectly good Saturday night alone on the street when he could get cozy with a bottle of whiskey. After all, Sunday was the lords day and he was bound to have better luck.
The very last thing he'd expected upon walking into the bar was to lay eyes on the very man he'd been seeking for the better part of two years. The mouth that had dropped open in shock quickly changed into a feral smile. "Well, son of a bitch..." And it looked like someone had already taken it upon themselves to knock his quarry senseless. Dark eyes fixed on the blonde who'd just hit the floor and who's gun just skittered out of reach, he wasn't looking when his shoulder collided roughly with another. Barely registering the collision and continuing forward it was much to his surprise when a strong hand spun him around. Surprised and irritated, Adam's only blinked in the face of the heavy set leader clan man who was yelling in his face. He may have replied if he could have understood the man but most of it, other than a few choice curses, was in german.
"Sorry friend, I ain't got no time for this."
Reaching into his jacket for 'Gods word', he had just barely withdrawn it when suddenly the man who was still angrily growling in his face collided with him.
Across the bar and recovering quickly, Des rolled back onto his feet. Chancing a look towards the hunter that entered, he was pleasantly surprised to see a large and angry biker basically tackle him. Turning his attention back to his new opponent, the blonde dodged a left hook, grabbing the passing wrist before slamming a palm up into his nose. The man crumbled quickly with a groan, but just as Des began glancing around the floor for his gun, he heard the loud sound of a shot gun blast through the club. For a moment he expected pain to bloom somewhere on his body but with a quick glance realized that the gun had gone off because it was being grappled for by four to five angry bikers and one angrier hunter.
Eyes finally falling on the small gun, which was now being kicked across the room by a crowd of panicked bar goers, the blonde was about to make a dive for it when someone collided with him from behind. Breath leaving him in a woosh, he gasped for a second as someone flipped him over and prepared a fist to bring down into his face; probably an angry 'friend' of the man who's nose he had just broken. Blocking the punch, Des brought an elbow up, catching the assailent in the eye, before pushing him over and finished the job with a knee in the ribs.
Once again huffing a breath he didn't waste any time sending the next two people who threw punches at him crashing to the ground. Now desperate to retrieve his gun, the only thing that eased his nerves was the fact that the fight across the room was still waging. In fact, just as he looked up, the hunter had sent someone crashing through a window. Unfortunately, the man that had went through the window was one of the last bikers standing.
