Misty Gray
Pessimisty
James Porter and Richard Duncan
Richard had stepped away from behind the bar and was standing by the pool table setting up the balls ready for the next players. When the pub doors were pushed open, he looked up to see James, Rudolph and Nathan entering the pub. The landlord managed to hide his apprehension as he look to the three men. He started to walk to the bar when James called out for him to stay where he was. Soon enough, the pub was cleared out by Rudolph and the doors locked, leaving just the three Duncans to face the three Porters. Fair game, like James had intended. "If this is about the gambling, we've knocked it on the head since the other week, after your guys caught us..."
"I'm willing to bet what you just said is a load of bullshit, Rich," James spoke over the man. "Everything you have said to me and my men lately has been a pack of lies, so why the fuck would I believe you this time?" Before the man could answer, James raised his hand to silence him again and took a few steps closer, stopping a few feet from Richard and alongside the pool table. "I'm here for something different. I've heard about the robberies," he announced, glancing to to the other four men before focusing back on Richard. "I know you and your family are behind them. You've been robbing from businesses and civilians have been killed in the process. Hell, you guys even hurt Cliff - one of the nicest old blokes in this city," he said, clearly disgusted by that fact.
"That wasn't us," Richard began, with little conviction to his words. As he spoke, he reached to his waist to grab his handgun. Having expected the move, James quickly reached out to retrieve one of the pool balls and threw it at Richard, smacking the side of the man's forehead. Richard dropped the gun onto the floor and yelled out in pain as his hands instinctively moved to his throbbing skull. Confident Rudolph and Nathan would keep the other two Duncans busy, James made a beeline for the landlord. Whilst he was pissed off the man had reached for his gun, he was in a way glad, finding it much more satisfying beating up a guy who was attempting to fight back. "Please..." Richard began. He kept one hand pressed against his forehead as he reached out to grab an empty beer bottle and swiped it at James, who quickly raised his arm, allowing his muscular forearm to take the brunt of the bottle's impact before grabbing Richard's wrist, twisting his arm until he dropped the bottle on the floor. He then punched the man in his lower left abdomen.
"Your lot are a bunch of bullshitters!" James shouted at Richard, grabbing the collar of his shirt with both hands and slamming his back against the mahogany bar. Porter glanced to the reflections of Nathan and Rudolph in the distant mirror behind the bar. If they hadn't already taken the cue, it was time for them to teach Patrick and Johaan a lesson too. As planned, the men had been told to go a little easier on Johaan, their secret informant.
LateForDinner (Nathan) Shireling (Rudolph) Enzyme (Johaan) Pyroclast (Patrick)
...have fun.