Post by Ravager on Nov 29, 2005 10:59:19 GMT -5
Ravager is walking down Whyte Avenue. He is carrying a brown bag (a liquor bag to be exact). He stops as he passes the Black Dog Pub. Through the window we can see the Plague enjoying a drink with some lovely ladies. Ravager considers all his options. He even starts to walk away. Then he stops. Checks his watch.
Ravager: Yeah, I've got time.
Ravager goes to enter the pub, but is stopped by the Bouncer.
Bouncer: Private booking tonight. You can't go in.
Ravager: (pulls out $100 bill) Just want to wish Plague luck.
Bouncer: (taking money) Well, you can't bring that liquor in.
Ravager: (pulls out another $100 bill) I'm not going to open it. I just want to say hi and then I'll leave.
Bouncer: (taking money) Sir I really don't think...
Plague: (yelling from the bar) Hey Ravager, do yourself a favor. Keep walking. I don't have time for you. I'm getting ready for the biggest match of my life. I only have time to deal with champions.
Bouncer: You heard the man. Move along before I call the cops.
Ravager: (staring daggers at Plague, but realizes that this isn't the time) Fine. Could you deliver a message for me?
Bouncer: What would that be?
Ravager delivers a thrust to Bouncer's throat, then a shot to the gut. The Bouncer gasps for air. Ravager takes back the money he gave the Bouncer
Ravager: Just tell him the chump who's going to be the next Provincial champion, wishes him luck this Thursday.
Ravager walks off, leaving the Bouncer gasping on the sidewalk.
To Be Concluded for real tonight.
Plague used with permission.
Ravager: Yeah, I've got time.
Ravager goes to enter the pub, but is stopped by the Bouncer.
Bouncer: Private booking tonight. You can't go in.
Ravager: (pulls out $100 bill) Just want to wish Plague luck.
Bouncer: (taking money) Well, you can't bring that liquor in.
Ravager: (pulls out another $100 bill) I'm not going to open it. I just want to say hi and then I'll leave.
Bouncer: (taking money) Sir I really don't think...
Plague: (yelling from the bar) Hey Ravager, do yourself a favor. Keep walking. I don't have time for you. I'm getting ready for the biggest match of my life. I only have time to deal with champions.
Bouncer: You heard the man. Move along before I call the cops.
Ravager: (staring daggers at Plague, but realizes that this isn't the time) Fine. Could you deliver a message for me?
Bouncer: What would that be?
Ravager delivers a thrust to Bouncer's throat, then a shot to the gut. The Bouncer gasps for air. Ravager takes back the money he gave the Bouncer
Ravager: Just tell him the chump who's going to be the next Provincial champion, wishes him luck this Thursday.
Ravager walks off, leaving the Bouncer gasping on the sidewalk.
To Be Concluded for real tonight.
Plague used with permission.