rengadeirishman
Built for comfort
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As Dan was leaving he accidentally bumped into another patron. He apologized, then continued walking. All of a sudden he heard a slightly high, nasal, voice "I say there sir, youve made me spill my brandy." English. Dan said to himself and turned. "I apologize again, it was an accident, Id be happy to buy you another if youd like." "What I'd like is for dumb mick-yankees to watch where they're going." Musta seen my nameplate. "And I'd like fucking limey's to watch their saxon mouths before i break their gin-swilling faces." Dan shot back getting angry. The blustering brit threw down his glass of brandy and drew a sabre, and, with a yell, charged toward him. Just as the brit was near, Dan drew his own and the brit stopped dead, with Dan's blade pressed to his neck. "Now now, boy, dont stop on my account." Dan said "a touch stubbly are we? allow me to aid you," dan ran the blade up and down the other man's neck, shaving a few bristles. "There ya go, cleaned up nice and proper." Dan lowered his blade, "Have a nice day." he said as he walked off. He heard a loud roar, and turned to parry the brit's strike. the brit struck again and Dan parried again, a few more such exchanges, and their blades were locked, the brit trying to slash down and Dan holding him back. "This bores me." Dan said as he quickly side stepped twisting his blade and causing the brit to stumble from being overbalanced. With a quick jab, the hand guard on dans sabre, connected with the brits temple, and the unfortunate young man was knocked out cold. Dan looked around at the dumbstruck people, "Well, good evening then." he said as he sheathed his sabre. he tooka shot that was sitting on the bar, and quickly kissed a young woman sitting at the bar, much to her shock, and distinct lack of protest. He collected his greatcoat from the coat check girl, tipped her and handed her a piece of paper. He then walked out the door and lit a cigarette. Then walked back to his dorm