Misty Gray
Pessimisty
Conor Sullivan
When Jackson slid the kiwi daiquiri towards him, Conor looked at his friend as if he'd just said something highly offensive about his dear mother. After maintaining a dumbfounded stare for a brief time, Conor gave in and took a sip of the drink. "Ah, fuck that, mate. This is the kind of shit Tink's always drinking. Take it back," he complained. As he slid the glass back towards Jackson, Conor couldn't hide the grin from his face. He was sure it was a lovely drink, but it wasn't to his own taste. Conor proceeded to order a pint of beer to wash down the fancy drink Jackson had talked him into trying.
It wasn't long before it was time to get the party started. Conor finished up his drink before approaching the stage with Jackson and Peter. Conor hopped up onto the stage as his friend took to the microphone to address everyone in the club. In a delayed reaction, the drummer beat down on the head of the drum a few times. Conor marched towards the man and snatched the drumsticks out of his hand before using one of them to point into the corner where to drummer proceeded to scurry over to. Conor turned back to the confused-looking crowd, stopping alongside Jackson as he addressed them down the microphone.
When Jackson finished his speech, Conor proudly patted the man on the back, but seeing the security approaching the stage, Conor stepped aside to allow Jackson to whack the bloke with the microphone stand. "GET YOUR COWARDLY ARSE OVER HERE, CORLEONE!" Conor shouted, his voice echoing throughout the large room.
As the patrons began throwing things on stage, Conor couldn't help but laugh at the situation. He allowed his grin to drop when one of the security guards climbed up onto the side of the stage and charged towards him. Still clutching the wooden drumsticks in one hand, Conor swung his arm out to the side, the tips of the sticks managing to practically dent the side of the man's skull. Conor tossed the sticks aside before a second security guard grabbed his arms from behind. The man who had personally met the drumsticks regained his composure and lunged at Conor, reaching up and punching the Irishman in the mouth while he was restrained. Conor was quick to retaliate, slamming the base of his shoe hard against the man's crotch, causing him to double over and stumble backwards towards the drum-kit. Conor struggled a little before breaking away from the second man's grip and turning to headbutt him, smacking his head down hard against the bridge of the man's nose before lunging at him to push him backwards off the front of the stage.
Conor turned his attention back to the other security guard. He grabbed him by the shoulder with one hand and slammed a heavy fist into the man's gut. Gripping the enemy by the throat, his lifted his arm until the man was forced onto his tiptoes, but then threw him down on top of the drum-kit. The musical instrument collapsed and dispersed on the floor around the down Corleone employee. Conor crouched down as the man scrambled to sit up, his clumsy hand ripping throw the centre of the drum. Grabbing one of the cymbals from the floor, Conor hit the man across the side of the face with the metal disc. "Stay the fuck down!" he growled at him. Conor kept old of the cymbal in one hand and wiped the small amount of blood from his bust lip with the back of his other hand. He turned around to assess the situation around him and see who was next to deal with. "Pete. Are you gonna get that?!" he shouted out, seeing a burly bald security guard rushing towards his brother-in-law.
Bellz (Peter)
Enzyme (Jackson)