I'm Not A Bad Man, I Just Have My Vices

[Fyre]

As the albino man responded to Sage, he only finished off his last glass for the night. He didn't want to get the boss mad at him...again. Hell he was still shocked that the lady manager could put up with him. Everyone said he only tried to behave because she was a girl, he didn't even like the loud mouthed lady all that much. So coming in less drunk than normal made it to where he didn't have to hear as much screaming and scolding as usual. Once the last sip was finished off he began to get up, but not before he heard the scream of the guy who's name he didn't know and next thing he knew Sage was on the floor.

"Aye, Sage you alright?" he asked, bending down a bit as he seen a dark gray liquid come from Sage's nose. He was colorblind, but he wasn't dumb. He knew what blood was, and he knew it was red though he has never seen the color. As he watched Sage get back up and attempt to punch the guy, he backed up. 'Well at least he's alright.' he couldn't help but think. He then quickly turned his forest green eyes to the guy which Sage was about to punch. "Man, that was wrong." he said, voicing his opinion when it was none of his business again and he would not fight unless someone decided to throw a punch his way.

Maybe he should just walk away instead of staying? Well he did know the difference between right and wrong, and Sage bought his drinks, so he would stay just in case Sage needed someone to help him home. Hell he didn't want to do it because of the fact that he has a very lazy lifestyle and as plus he could say to his boss that their was a fight last night at the bar he was in, so his boss would easily take that excuse because the annoying as lady knew him so well. Hell, he was going to stay. He could do a good deed and get benefits from it all in one go. He did remain standing though, since he wasn't sure if sitting down or staying on his feet would be a good idea anyways, so he just chose one or the other.

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When the man on Bella's other side suddenly shrieked and flew at Sage, Leuscious jerked up and nearly fell off his stool leaning out of the way. There was a screeching crackle of bone-on-bone muted by flesh, and he felt something hot, thick, and wet fleck his face as he lost his balance, toppled into Bella, and lurched forward onto the floor, knees hitting the hardwood with a crack. Thick wetness splashed down in a steady trickle in front of him, leaving a hot trail over the hand he'd braced himself with. In the shadow of the stools and people above him, it was almost impossible to see anything but dark semi-shapes and poor excuses for silhouettes, and he grabbed blindly for the stem of Sage's seat to get his bearings, the stream of liquid splashing his forearm and temple, dampening his hair and stinging his right eye as he fumbled for his own stool-top.

Bella's warm hands clamped over his wrist and hauled him out of the way, into the dim light of the bar. He heard her breath hiss in a sharp intake, and felt a rough paper napkin scraping at his thin skin, and looked down to see her smearing red wetness over his arm. A droplet of something slid down his face, and he smelled copper. He jerked away. A fresh napkin flagged in front of his face and he leaned away, back against the bartop.

"Hold still, you've got some in your eye."

Her voice was forcibly steady, carefully calm.

"Got some what?!"

His voice was high and flighty, feeling liquid catch in the corner of his lips that tasted like salt and metal.

"Calm down, kiddo. Your buddy over there got punched; he knocked over his Bloody Mary or something. Just hold still so I can clean you up and then we can go, okay?"

"He hit Sage? What- What are they doing?!"

"Nothing, he's fine, he can take care of himse-"

"Sage? Are you alright?" he called over, ignoring Bella's words and trying to wrest the napkin from her as she stabbed at his face with it, vaguely able to make out the two figures rushing at each other with his open eye, the other squinted tightly shut against the dribbles of whatever was running down his face and dripping from his hair on one side.

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Nick was a college student. A college student who thought tests sucked and that rules and regulations sucked just as bad, but a college student nonetheless, and regaurdless of his shifty opinions on running education, he was a bright boy. All in all, he knew better then to let the stress get to him and make him like one of those hyper-reactive monkies. He didn't do stress. He got things off his back right away. If he hated someone he told them. If he wanted to get revenge then he GOT revenge.

He should not have allowed the jittery I-just-killed-someone disturbance to throw him off. But he did. To someone who was obviously not a cop.

The wild haired student might have been about to apologize when a fist collided with his right eye. The force threw him off the chair with a yell, and then Nick, having gotten a taste of blood, lept the good doer with fists balled and striking. His muscles weren't enormous, but they weren't worthless little floppy things either, and he had taken his own fair amount of 'lessons' himself. Kickboxing in the streets of London, baby.

"SORRY I BROKE YOUR NOSE." He yel- rather, SCREAMED as the murderer decided that if he was going to spend the night being an outlaw, why stop now? Fighting like a devil with his knees and elbows and sneakered-feet, Nick had never been in a bar fight before but FUCK might as well make it FUN. "BUT I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU FOR PUNCHING ME!"

[Obelisk]

The satisfaction of landing a hit on someone who just broke your nose was hard put into words. Sage's nearly manic grin was fair enough description though. Max's and Leu's words of concerns reached him through his giddy anger and managed to calm him down. An eye for an eye, usually Sage was able to stop at that point.

His nose was broken, he was bleeding quite badly, but he'd live.

"Yeah, I'm alr---" The words were bludgeoned short by Nick's fists. At that point Sage was pushed out of the blue atmosphere of calm and into the black space of rage. If that's how Mr. Unjustified Anger and Violence wanted to play it, then the soldier was all for that.

Sage was just about to launch a counter assault when a familiar voice graced his ears.

"Well would you look at this?" Came the annoyingly condescending voice. Sage recalled the tone instantly. It belonged to the Navy officer who had kicked his ass a few nights ago. " Looks like army boy here is getting his ass handed to him again." The laughter of Navy guy's entourage made Sage's blood boil. The army grunt whirled around and fixed the Officer with a vicious stare.

" You Navy bitch, why don't you and your kiss-ass, fag-fairies of men go fuck yourselves" What better way to anger a Navy man than to play on the joke that Navy men were gay? Sage wasn't a bigot in the least, but he was pissed and tended to say stupid shit in such a state.

The leader of the Navy group charged forward, unforgiving fist sailing towards Sage's face. Sage ducked out of the way, fumbling towards the counter and knocking into Leu, sending a drink spilling towards Maximus.

With Sage out of the way, Navy man's fist was now on a straight path towards Nick. Hopefully the college boy could get out of the way. In the mean time Sage was being hauled by the collar of his shirt towards the rest of the Navy group. He did his best to fend his captor off, punching, kicking, tackling.

The jars and cheers of the drunken spectators fueled the men's actions, adrenaline and tetosterone ran rampant.

[Fyre]

Maximus backed up slightly as he heard Leuscious also ask if Sage was alright. When Sage turned back to them, and almost finished his sentence, Maximus had already seen what was going to happen since Sage did not look as though he knew he was going to get punched again. When Nick's fist connected with Sage's face, it started all over again even though Sage had almost calmed down again. When Maximus heard another voice, he couldn't help but turn his gaze in that direction. Some guy from the, Navy? At least that's what he thought Sage had said, yet when Sage started insulting the guy with the fact that 'nave men are gay' he knew he had heard right.

His eyes widened as the Navy officer had gone after Sage. Next thing he knew, he was wet from a drink. Now that his top shirt was soaked, and he his under shirt seemed to be slightly wet. "My boss is gonna kill me." he said, since most likely his uniform shirt was ruined and he was going to leave this bar with a black eye. Maximus knew the difference between right and wrong, and he knew that a whole group against Sage alone wasn't fair. He had no scars on him, but he had been bruised tons of times. Besides, when he did fight, it was all out. Well he usually didn't fight if he needed to, and he wasn't cruel so he wasn't going to let a few guys take on Sage by himself.

Cracking his knuckles one quick time, he lunged at the officer who held Sage by the collar. He put a lot of force into his hit, so if it collided the man would surely have a black eye. Yet if it didn't, Maximus had a feeling that swinging that punch was going to be a bad idea.

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Leuscious was temporarily thrown off kilter when Bella dropped the napkin and snagged his wrist, coupled with the sudden commotion of more people joining the fight, and she took advantage of the distraction to yank him in a wide berth around the scuffle and out the door, where he promptly fell over his feet down the stairs and she leapt down them to wave wildly for a taxi at the curb.

"Bella, we can't go! Sage and Max are still inside!"

He struggled to his feet and snatched at her hand.

"Leu, you are not going back in there. They're fighting like a bunch of rabies-ridden monkeys. You're going to get hurt."

"Well, we're not leaving, either!"

[OOC: Okay, I'm not going to be posting again until the fight is over, because I'd just have nothing to say. XD So once the bleeding and punching has stopped, I'll start posting again in my normal place here after Fyre. Until then ya'll should just skip over my turn.]

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Fighting made him feel better. It gave him a distinct goal- beat the shit out of the other guy- and helped him distract his mind from overflowing stress. The only thing holding him back was that this guy hadn't really done anything wrong. It made it hard to find a motive to rip him to absolute pieces if he could, and if Nick could then he most certainly would. Or, rather, would have tried if not for the next events.

Fake-cop had some enemies. Enemies which liked to travel in packs, and for the quite obviously lone wolf army-boy, this posed a problem. For Mr. Cutter, it opened up a door to wonderful opportunities. Luckily Nick had common sense enough to stop thrashing around when an argument broke out- one which he was not involved in directly. Navy. Army. Oh wonderful, yay jeering once they noticed he was British. But then.. oh hohoWATCH OUT BOY-

Ducking away to the left and away from a blow that would most assuredly give him another black eye to match the quickly forming first, Nick the Murderer snarled out of reaction. He backed up against the bar table and felt his hand hit a bottle of Rolling Rock, half empty and with the cap laying askew. Abandoned by it's drinker.

This was a bad situation for Sage, but a good one for Nick. He had a goal. A sneer twisted onto his serious face, fierce blue eyes gleaming viciously, deadly. His fingers coiled around the neck of the bottle and held it behind his back, rubbing the sweating glass. "C'mon mate." He turned slightly to the side, allowing his arm more freedom, and crashed the bottom of the bottle on the edge of the table, shattering it and creating a nasty weapon of jaggedy spikes. Still holding tight to the neck the boy held it up in front of him, grinning madly, and advanced. Nick seldom waited, and he never bluffed. "Wanna go? C'mon faggots! I'M GOING TO RIP YOU TO SHEDS, NOW LETS BLOODY GO!"

[Obelisk]

Having a foreigner in a bar full of Irish-Americans tended to bring out the patriotic side in people. Patriotic in this case meaning that people turned into assholes and were yelling unintelligible things at and about Nick. Some mistook him for Australian, but the cacophony of insults and jeers were lost on Sage.

He was too busy, you know, trying not to die. Well, maybe his life wasn't in any real danger, as no one wanted to be a murderer. Well, save for Nick, but no one else was privy to that info.

When people said things moved in slow motion, they were wrong. Or in this case they would be. Punch, punch, kick, pull, grab. Sage's mind reeled. One moment he was looking at the yelling Brit, the next he was whirled around and facing the angry, and seriously ugly, face of one of his attackers.

Maximus punch had landed on its intended victim, and the man had reeled back, releasing Sage's shirt. The ex-army grunt stumbled around as ugly man turned his attention to Maximus, intent on putting the red head in his place.

One down. That meant there were three more. One was preoccupied with Nick who.... woah was that a fucking broken bottle? Sage stared wide-eyed at the Brit, as did the rest of the officer's lackeys. It was pretty clear that everyone in that room thought Nick was crazy as hell. The shock turned to rage and the two men left Sage to charge towards the Brit in defense of their captain.

Now it was three against one, but this time Sage wasn't the victim. Nick was, the dude who had broken his nose and yelled something about him being a cop. A bitter man would've let enemy face enemy, but Sage wouldn't be able to live with himself if he allowed that.

"What, forgetting about me already?" He barked, picking up a stool and brining it crashing against the back of one of the sailor's. There was a sharp crack upon impact and the man crumpled to the floor. At first Sage nearly pissed himself at the notion he had broken the guy's spine or something, but it was one of the seat's wooden legs that had snapped.

He dropped the stool to the ground, broke the leg off the rest of the way, and brandished it as a weapon.

"Alright, you fuckers, come on, let's do this." Cheesy-bold words brought on by anger and testosterone.

(( YOU GUYS CAN CONTROL THE NAVY DUDES. YOU DONT HAVE TO WAIT FOR ME TO SAY IF A HIT LANDED OR ANTHING. GO AHEAD, BEAT THE SHIT OUTT EVERYONE.))

[Fyre]

((LOL ALRIGHT OBI!))

After hitting the man Maximus had only taken a quick glance at Bella and Leuscious who were quickly leaving the bar. Though Leuscious looked a little bit more like he was being dragged away. Once them two were out the door, he quickly turned back to see another man coming at him. The man's fist connected with Maximus' stomach, making him hold his stomach. It hurt like hell, but he'd been in many worse situations before. His looks may have said that he'd been something of a 'nerd' in school, but that was surely not the case. Detention had loved him when he was in school, so did suspension.

Maximus, after his stomach stopped hurting slightly, had quickly gotten up as the man was about to swing again. Maximus sort of 'threw' himself to the side and used his foot to trip the man. When the man's head hit the edge of the bar, hard, and then he fell and didn't get back up. He was breathing, the force from when he was falling mixed with the bar had knocked the man unconscious. Maximus let out a bit of a 'phew' sound, but his eyes widened when he turned and seen the Nick fellow with a broken bottle. "Aw, crap!" he said, and then hit his forehead with his hand. This situation was NOT going to get better until everyone was knocked out cold apparently.

Maximus watched as Sage hit one man in the back of the head with a stool, the only sound from the impact was the loud crack. Then, he watched as Sage broke off the rest of the stool leg, while he started getting back up. Just in case another navy man decided to come after him, he kept his back mostly toward the wall. He then seen a bottle on a table next to him. Nope, he wasn't going to do the same as Nick. Bruises were OK, but blood was unnecessary. He watched to see what would happen next. Now he would only butt in if someone seemed to be in trouble, lots of trouble. With a quick glance, he looked at the door. Maybe he should go tell Bella and Leuscious that everything was gonna be all right. Yeah, that seemed like a plan. He quickly made his way to the door, not sure if he was going to get out for just a second without getting punched again.

He was going to come back in, he just wanted to check on the two who left.

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He was about to rush the captian and stab the fuck out of him- not fatally, he'd hope, but in all places that it would hurt without killing. Nick had been particuarly hoping to get some glass in Mr. Navy's ass. Unfortiantly it was all ruined when he noticed the two other men who were coming at him. Well shit. He could take capitan as hostage but these people tended to be trained and he didn't want to take the chance of more injury. The boy knew that if it wasn't for the adrennilin his wounded arm would be killing him, and really, Jenny was going to be fussing over him enough and by GOD did he hate being babied.

Back to the present. People rushing you. Do something.

The diffinatly-not-Australian prepaired to spring and go for the two of them at once (probably would forget about his weapon too and just bash into them with elbows) but Not-Cop... knocked one out. Well that was unexpec- OOF

FUCK THINKING, IT TOOK TOO MUCH TIME!

In his time of ideling around, which wasn't long at ALL, the last lackey of the captian reached him and Nick the Murderer found himself on the ground, shouting in fury and spitting in the man's face. "GET THE FUCK OFF OR I SWEAR TO GOD YOU WILL NEVER PISS AGAIN!" Pinned but in no way subdued, the wild-haired student thrashed out his legs and slammed his shoulders against the floor while the Navy man, surprised by the almost feral behavor, nearly fell forwards and would have if his balence hadn't been so fine tuned. However he had moved forward just enough so that he was in reach of something he didn't expect- a very hard forehead bashing into his.

Shocked he scrambled off, and Nick climbed quickly to his feet with blood running down below his hair line. With blurry vision he saw that Maximus kid leave- fucking leave. "What the FUCK, Mate?!" Was muttered as he looked around quickly for his bottle, which was lost somewhere on this ship- wait this isn't a ship it's a bar, even if it was rocking like one. Whoooaaaaahhh damnit.

There was still the captian.

[Obelisk]

Sage gave a nearly manic grin when he saw another one of the navy men go down. All that was left was the captain and Sage was looking forward to some payback. With a swift jerk of his arm he sent the chair leg sailing towards the officer's head where it connected with a painful snap. Attention on him now, Sage flashed the officer an infuriating grin, goading him into attacking.

And attack he did. The brute of a man charged Sage, releasing a roar of curses and damnations. He was large than Sage and stronger. Sage had an advantage this time around, though-- he wasn't piss-ass drunk.

He ducked down in an instant and swooped up, shoulder connecting with the captain's stomach. Sage flipped him over his shoulder and sent him landing unceremoniously onto the wooden floor of the bar. The man groaned out in dazed pain and clutched his head. He wasn't getting up anytime soon.

"You best leave while you can, boys. I've the feeling at least one person here has had the sense to call the cops." Barry's voice, surprisingly calm. He'd seen a lot in his time as a bartender, this was a minor scuffle. He already started to sweep up the glass.

Sage sent one last satisfied look to the beaten men then made his way towards the door.

"Come on, Sherlock, let's get outta here." Sherlock was English, wasn't he? Sage sent a glance in Nick's direction before exiting into the streets. There he leaned against the wall of the bar to catch a breather. At least his nose had stopped bleeding. Now it was just swollen as hell. He looked ridiculous but was damn pleased with himself.

[Fyre]

Even though Max had tried to leave for just a second, he had turned his head back into the bar and seen the Navy men down and Sage walking this way. "The hell..." he said slightly, and turned back to go outside while he knew Sage was behind him. "Messed em up bad aye?" he asked Sage, his green eyes watching in case that Nick fellow came out and possibly started something again. He hoped not, he didn't feel like fighting like animals anymore. He put one hand over the spot in his stomach where the Navy fellow had hit him. Oh yeah, he was sore now and he was going to be sore tomorrow.

He had then almost forgotten that he was outside, and he looked Bella's and Leuscious's way. "You two all right?" he asked, since they had almost gotten caught up in the fight themselves. He then turned to everyone, almost as if he was going to ignore Bella's and Leuscious's if he got one anyway. "Anyone got the time?" he asked, almost as though the fight had never happened. For one, getting up for work tomorrow was going to be a pain in the ass, for two the bruise which had already started forming on his stomach area was going to hurt like hell, especially since he was the one doing the stocking tomorrow.

He was lucky he didn't live with his mom, man he would have been scolded. Even though he is 21.

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excuse me, i have a headache. suffer it's your post since all the punching and rawrarwrwrawrrrrr smashbargrr is over.

looooooooooooooool ill delete this when you post srry srry sryy forgive me im not mentally right at this second

[eVeryoNe-wIll-sUffer-noW]

[LULZ so it is. I post now. *shot*]

"Where's Sage? Is he alright? Are you?" Leuscious interrupted, ignoring Max's questions and Bella's attempts to drag him away from the stairs (though this was rather difficult, since all in all she WAS stronger than him). He tried to discern Max's battle-scars, but gave up quickly- there was no point and he knew it.

[SHORTEST, CRAPPIEST POST EVAR. Sorry. ><]