Post by Chronos Ti'era on Apr 18, 2019 12:52:13 GMT -5
“And again, thanks to the Big Hero 6, the city was saved by an attack of the black monsters. The government is already working on better weapon-systems to take care of the monsters, to aid the heroes of our city with their fight against the creatures. And now to the weather with our reporter-”
“Heroes, eh? Aren't they a bunch of kids?”
“Very smart kids, dude. That kid leading them has more brain-cells than you will ever have.”
“OI! Watch what you are saying!”
The bar Chronos had chosen for a nice drink was very full tonight how it seemed. Many people were already intoxicated with liquor and he was no exception. A TV was on in the background, showing some breaking news of the day, some music playing in the background through speakers were most of the party was happening. Chronos had chosen to stay close to the bar, though. He was feeling a little down today, having chosen to use alcohol to take care of that. (Even if it wasn't the best idea, but meh) He already had a few drinks in his body, his face slightly flushed, the machinist moving his finger of the rim of his half empty glass, watching the news. His ears were twitching slightly, tail hanging down the chair mostly limp. He was actually missing his home and it had gotten rather bad this night. Even intoxication didn't take it away from him completely, the young man sighing deeply, listening to a nearby conversation about the news between two guys at the bar now. He put the glass back to his lips, drinking an other gulp of what seemed to be alcohol with some milk, when his moving ears caught the two man talking about him now.
“Hey, did you see that guy there? Those ears... must be some Cosplayer. Mechanic moving ears and all. Pff... what's he doing here?”
“Have you seen that gun? You think it's real? Looks rather expensive, even if it is a prop.”
He put the glass down loudly now, turning his head to look at the two guys, eyes narrowed.
“I cun hear ya, you know?”, he slurred, moving dramatically on the chair to turn to them.
“Those ears are r-rrreal. And that g-gun too! Build id mysil'f.”
The two man looked at each other for a moment, both with their eyebrows up, before they turned back to look at the mi'qote.
“Yeah right, man. How many drinks did you have? Like that gun is real.”
Chronos, visibly angry now, got up from his chair, grabbing his gun and pulling it out.
“Ya not bl'iving me?! My Haurchevant is a ma'strpice of wurk!”
He took out some money and slapped it on the table. “B-barman! Gimmi a bottle!”
The man, rather confused but nodding, gave Chronos a bottle of beer, the man drowning it down and putting the bottle on an empty table close to a wall. He wobbled back than, pulling out his gun and loading it.
“DUDE! Are you actually going to-!”
And he did. He pointed the weapon at the bottle, firing one loud shot and sending the whole bottle to heaven with it. He grinned than, the two man having duck down behind the table, Chronos twirling the weapon between his fingers happily.
“HAH, see that?! B-bulls Eye!!! Who's nut ruel, EH?!”
“Heroes, eh? Aren't they a bunch of kids?”
“Very smart kids, dude. That kid leading them has more brain-cells than you will ever have.”
“OI! Watch what you are saying!”
The bar Chronos had chosen for a nice drink was very full tonight how it seemed. Many people were already intoxicated with liquor and he was no exception. A TV was on in the background, showing some breaking news of the day, some music playing in the background through speakers were most of the party was happening. Chronos had chosen to stay close to the bar, though. He was feeling a little down today, having chosen to use alcohol to take care of that. (Even if it wasn't the best idea, but meh) He already had a few drinks in his body, his face slightly flushed, the machinist moving his finger of the rim of his half empty glass, watching the news. His ears were twitching slightly, tail hanging down the chair mostly limp. He was actually missing his home and it had gotten rather bad this night. Even intoxication didn't take it away from him completely, the young man sighing deeply, listening to a nearby conversation about the news between two guys at the bar now. He put the glass back to his lips, drinking an other gulp of what seemed to be alcohol with some milk, when his moving ears caught the two man talking about him now.
“Hey, did you see that guy there? Those ears... must be some Cosplayer. Mechanic moving ears and all. Pff... what's he doing here?”
“Have you seen that gun? You think it's real? Looks rather expensive, even if it is a prop.”
He put the glass down loudly now, turning his head to look at the two guys, eyes narrowed.
“I cun hear ya, you know?”, he slurred, moving dramatically on the chair to turn to them.
“Those ears are r-rrreal. And that g-gun too! Build id mysil'f.”
The two man looked at each other for a moment, both with their eyebrows up, before they turned back to look at the mi'qote.
“Yeah right, man. How many drinks did you have? Like that gun is real.”
Chronos, visibly angry now, got up from his chair, grabbing his gun and pulling it out.
“Ya not bl'iving me?! My Haurchevant is a ma'strpice of wurk!”
He took out some money and slapped it on the table. “B-barman! Gimmi a bottle!”
The man, rather confused but nodding, gave Chronos a bottle of beer, the man drowning it down and putting the bottle on an empty table close to a wall. He wobbled back than, pulling out his gun and loading it.
“DUDE! Are you actually going to-!”
And he did. He pointed the weapon at the bottle, firing one loud shot and sending the whole bottle to heaven with it. He grinned than, the two man having duck down behind the table, Chronos twirling the weapon between his fingers happily.
“HAH, see that?! B-bulls Eye!!! Who's nut ruel, EH?!”
The barkeeper moved over, trying to get Chronos to sit down and unload the weapon, drunk Chronos rather confused and wiggling in his grip. “E-ey! Watcha doing?! C-careful!”