Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Jun 28, 2014 1:47:08 GMT
OPEN TO CAEsAL
"Alright bud, you've had enough, now its time to call it a night," Maeve spoke sternly to the scarred man. There was a puckered line that ran the length of his neck horizontally, as if someone had tried to hang him or maybe slit his throat, and failed. Maeve stood catercorner at the mans back, he didn't even turn his head to acknowledge her at all. Her boss stood in front of the man, mopping some liquid up with a dish towel from the overturned drink on the table and gave her a nod. She took this as a sign to get more hands-on with her duties. "You must be hard of hearing," she made excuses for the man, "perhaps you'll be more accommodating if I escort you to the door." She gripped both of his shoulders with her hands and dug in her claws as she heaved him out of his seat. The man grunted and tried to twist around to face her. She let him, shifting along with the man as she clung to his shoulders and gave him a right shove toward the door once he'd set himself to facing it.
"Let's not make this any uglier than you already are," she waved toward the exit. "promise to walk out nice nice and I won't have to touch you again." She gave a leery smile at the man, baring her teeth in a way that wasn't very pleasant. He scowled at her, took a few steps toward the door compliantly, then thought better of it and swung his arm out swiftly. For a drunk he had good balance, the swing didn't carry him off his feet, but it did knock her off hers. She hit the deck and lights burst in front of her eyes. Before she could even see properly again Maeve sprung back on her feet and shot a hand out around his throat. He was tall, taller than her, but not too tall to reach and with the added bonus of her sharp- hard- claws digging into the sides of his neck he'd be mad to keep struggling.
Well, at least now she knew what kind of man she was dealing with. Their was a collective gasp behind her as three tables cleared out and all the people from them ran deeper into the establishment to get out of the line of fire. The mad man with the cut throat simply grabbed her under both elbows and lifted her up, slamming her back down on three tables side by side and sliding her across them. He didn't stop till she ran out of table top and landed on the ground. He came down hard on top of her and spit in her face. She squinted her eyes against the fowl fluid and kneed him in his groin. He went rigid and fell to the side, bringing his knees up to his chest and waiting out the pain. Mae rolled back to her feet and grabbed him by one booted leg.
"You'll regret this tomorrow night," She promised, "When you try coming back to this place and dont make it in the front door. Get a good look sir, 'cause its the last time you'll be inside to take one." The bells chimed over the front door as she kicked it open and hauled the mans dead weight with both hands as he flailed with the other leg, trying to hit her with a good kick. She led her way out the door with her butt thrust out to keep her waist out of his leg range while her forarms took the beating from his boot tread. She couldn't help that part since she needed to keep a hold of his other foot till he was all the way out.
Once he was she released him and it took all her willpower not to rain down on him with a flurry of kicks of her own. But Maeve wasn't allowed to abuse the customers any more than was necessary to get them outside, and since he was technically out now, she didn't have the authority to give him the licking he deserved. She settled for spitting back in his face. "Be gone with you."
"Thats no way to treat a paying customer," a man from the shadows with a lit cigar interjected with lethal calm. She scowled at him. "None of yer drated business unless you're here to pay, customer," she lifted a brow at him and made a mock courtesy of getting the door for him like a proper door man. "Shall I let you in before or after you finish your smoke?"
"he's finished now," a female voice rang from the same corner shadows and a petite blonde stepped out with a rebellious frown on her face. "He's had enough of those vile things already to stain his teeth black."
"Alright bud, you've had enough, now its time to call it a night," Maeve spoke sternly to the scarred man. There was a puckered line that ran the length of his neck horizontally, as if someone had tried to hang him or maybe slit his throat, and failed. Maeve stood catercorner at the mans back, he didn't even turn his head to acknowledge her at all. Her boss stood in front of the man, mopping some liquid up with a dish towel from the overturned drink on the table and gave her a nod. She took this as a sign to get more hands-on with her duties. "You must be hard of hearing," she made excuses for the man, "perhaps you'll be more accommodating if I escort you to the door." She gripped both of his shoulders with her hands and dug in her claws as she heaved him out of his seat. The man grunted and tried to twist around to face her. She let him, shifting along with the man as she clung to his shoulders and gave him a right shove toward the door once he'd set himself to facing it.
"Let's not make this any uglier than you already are," she waved toward the exit. "promise to walk out nice nice and I won't have to touch you again." She gave a leery smile at the man, baring her teeth in a way that wasn't very pleasant. He scowled at her, took a few steps toward the door compliantly, then thought better of it and swung his arm out swiftly. For a drunk he had good balance, the swing didn't carry him off his feet, but it did knock her off hers. She hit the deck and lights burst in front of her eyes. Before she could even see properly again Maeve sprung back on her feet and shot a hand out around his throat. He was tall, taller than her, but not too tall to reach and with the added bonus of her sharp- hard- claws digging into the sides of his neck he'd be mad to keep struggling.
Well, at least now she knew what kind of man she was dealing with. Their was a collective gasp behind her as three tables cleared out and all the people from them ran deeper into the establishment to get out of the line of fire. The mad man with the cut throat simply grabbed her under both elbows and lifted her up, slamming her back down on three tables side by side and sliding her across them. He didn't stop till she ran out of table top and landed on the ground. He came down hard on top of her and spit in her face. She squinted her eyes against the fowl fluid and kneed him in his groin. He went rigid and fell to the side, bringing his knees up to his chest and waiting out the pain. Mae rolled back to her feet and grabbed him by one booted leg.
"You'll regret this tomorrow night," She promised, "When you try coming back to this place and dont make it in the front door. Get a good look sir, 'cause its the last time you'll be inside to take one." The bells chimed over the front door as she kicked it open and hauled the mans dead weight with both hands as he flailed with the other leg, trying to hit her with a good kick. She led her way out the door with her butt thrust out to keep her waist out of his leg range while her forarms took the beating from his boot tread. She couldn't help that part since she needed to keep a hold of his other foot till he was all the way out.
Once he was she released him and it took all her willpower not to rain down on him with a flurry of kicks of her own. But Maeve wasn't allowed to abuse the customers any more than was necessary to get them outside, and since he was technically out now, she didn't have the authority to give him the licking he deserved. She settled for spitting back in his face. "Be gone with you."
"Thats no way to treat a paying customer," a man from the shadows with a lit cigar interjected with lethal calm. She scowled at him. "None of yer drated business unless you're here to pay, customer," she lifted a brow at him and made a mock courtesy of getting the door for him like a proper door man. "Shall I let you in before or after you finish your smoke?"
"he's finished now," a female voice rang from the same corner shadows and a petite blonde stepped out with a rebellious frown on her face. "He's had enough of those vile things already to stain his teeth black."