[open] if you don't shut your mouth, you're gonna feel the floor.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Who: John Allerdyce and, perhaps, you.
What: Crossing the line and getting his ass fired.
When:Night 267
Where: Baldr, either at the bar or wandering.
Rating: PG-13 for John's mouth and potential violence, will mark up if needed.


[They knew that he drank on shift. They knew that he mouthed off customers and occasionally even told them to get right the fuck out of the bar. But they were strapped for employees, so they held onto him.

Until he got extremely loaded on this particular evening and started - or attempted to start - a fistfight with his boss. The large, burly man had just enough colour to be angry, so he joined in gladly, and it got to the point where Pyro had to pull his knife. One long cut up his boss's bicep later, Pyro's ass was out on the street.

You can find him:

A) Standing in the open doorway of the small bar, hollering abuse at the owner/bouncer who just threw him out, his arms and face badly bruised and a slight list to his walk;

or

B) Wandering through Baldr with a fresh bottle in his hand, a steady stream of muttered annoyance trailing behind him. There may be shadows of bruising left, but they'll be hard to make out in the darkness.

It's hard being Pyro, damnit. So much manpain, so little time.]

Comments

[eggsterminate]

No, I'm not going to listen to your accustations. This is ridiculous.

[Then she throws her hands up and turns on her heel. She doesn't have to take this. She won't take it. Not from him and not from anyone.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Oswin.

[No, she's walking pretty fast. That's probably not going to be enough.]

Oswin!

[He starts after her, staggering violently - the bottle slips from his hands and shatters on the ground, but he's only dimly aware of that.]

[eggsterminate]

[She starts at the sound of the bottle shattering and whips back around. She's a bit surprised. She expected him to submit to his ego and let her walk away. For him to go soft it was... unexpected. Nice but unexpected.

She stops and slowly takes a few steps towards him.]

Still here.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He stops in front of her, swaying back and forth ever so subtly. He's the one who's really trashed this time, and he can only hope that she'll remember the kindness (?) he showed her when she went off the rails.]

It's all - everything here - nothing's right. Shit. [It's his turn to spin around, giving up on ever expressing this to her, but instead he falls sideways and lands on his hip, then rolls onto his back with a startled look.]

Damnit. Fell.

[eggsterminate]

...

[She literally has no idea whether to laugh or just stare in horror. So she ends doing a combination of both. The laughter rises in her throat but she manages to suppress it into a cough. She clears her throat and looks down on him.]

Smooth move.

[But it's with that bemused affection that she often displays.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He doesn't even wait for a hand up or anything like that, just sets to scrambling to his feet. By the time he gets there, he's looking a bit nauseous.

And that fall made him notice something. His lighter is in its proper place, but in the other pocket, where he's taken to carrying the switchknife again...

He fumbles around in the pocket for a minute, then curses again.]

And my knife's gone.

[eggsterminate]

[She grabs his arms and leads him over to a bench and shoves him down. Then she pulls a waterbottle out of her purse, picks up his hand, and puts the bottle into his grip.]

Sit down, drink that, sober up, and I'll go find your damn knife.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He mutters something under his breath, but keeps his grip on the bottle and takes a long drink. What did happen to his knife, anyway? He thinks he dropped it somewhere, and then -]

The werewolf's probably got it. Dickhead.

[eggsterminate]

Werewolf?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Isiah. [A pause.] Isaac.

[He gestures around his head with his hands.] Tall, curly hair, total pussy. He'll either try to act tough or cry like a goddamn kitten.

[eggsterminate]

Okay. Don't worry. I am not charmed by crying men.

[She turns on her bracelet and wanders a bit away, looking on the ground to see if he didn't actually just drop it and not realize it in his state of intoxication.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

If you were pathetic enough to want him, I'd let him have you.

[While she's gone, he hangs his head between his hands and breathes deeply, willing the nausea away.]

[eggsterminate]

You don't have me to give away.

[She's sure to edge that in before she walks away.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[Okay, yeah, point. He's kind of worked hard to ensure that, too. He shrugs, as if giving that ground, then lets her make her call.]

[eggsterminate]

[She returns a few moments later.]

He's going to bring it to me.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Seriously? [Pyro rolls his eyes.] Now he'll just give me shit for not staying home. Guy's such a wuss, he wouldn't even drink with me.

[eggsterminate]

And he's probably not about to be sick on himself either.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Oh, suck it up. You've been here too.

[He sighs, looking up at her.]

Thank you for getting my knife back, Oswin. Better?

[eggsterminate]

Only once.

[Okay, much more than once. She can't hold her alcohol at all.]

Much better. How are you feeling?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Like hell. [He tosses the water bottle back at her.] Not thirsty, though.

[That's another thanks. He doesn't do many at once - maybe one direct one a year.]

[eggsterminate]

Keep it. Just in case. Plus it's got your germs on it.

[She gives him a soft grin.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He takes it back, shrugging.]

Sit down, my neck hurts. I won't puke on your shoes, promise.

[eggsterminate]

[She drops down next to him. Not too close in case he does throw up but enough to lend a little solidarity.]

Neck hurts, eh?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Just an expression. Everything's pretty much healed how.

[He shrugs his shoulders, shakes out his arms, moves his legs a little. Nope, no lingering aches or pains.

But it's starting to hit him that he's out of a job.]

Where else am I gonna make money like that? I'm not waiting tables.

[eggsterminate]

[She watches him and looks slightly affectionately at him. He's kind of cute all drunk and pathetic.]

Come work in the lingerie shop. You have great taste.