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Post by javier on Nov 20, 2012 14:05:08 GMT -5
there's nothing quite as entertaining as a fistfight during dinnertime. dusk had fallen and the streetlights were on, illuminating the small tables placed outside of restaurants for the occasional customer who craves the outdoor dining experience. with all the noise and hunger, javier found starting fights during dinnertime one of the easier things to do in life for fun.
all it takes it one nudge, a single pinch, a poke, a kick. one small movement and one little accusation to make something absolutely spectacular. most people were like that, humans were like that - abrasive, violent, tactless. illogical, but oh so amusing to watch as they bloody each other's noses in no-holds-barred fistfights. javier grinned deviously, stalking through the eat street. in the next five seconds he had abruptly jammed himself within the crowded outdoor eating area of a single restaurant - smacking two men on the heads as he strode along swiftly, as if he were simply an innocent passerby. then, he watched in mild satisfaction as an argument erupted from the crowd - an argument that soon turned physical.
all the while, through the screaming and gasps of civilians javier picked up a chicken drumstick from one of the men's plates and ravenously tore at it, his eyes glued on the spectacle. several diners were staring at him now. perhaps some knew he caused the fight, perhaps they were curious. javier shrugged, discarding a messily eaten bone. without hesitation he started indulging himself in the food of the fighting men, watching while laughing and cheering as they traded blow after blow.
"what a way to eat dinner!" he shouted cheerily, waving his glass of stolen wine in the air. he didn't even think about stopping the men. he couldn't care less about them. for all he knew, they had no feelings.
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Post by mckinley on Nov 20, 2012 22:04:48 GMT -5
his sixth glass of wine had been brought to him hesitantly, along with the triple fudge brownie that he had been craving for the past five minutes. the meek waitress mumbled under her breath, eyes wide and doe-like as she glanced down at the bluenette, concern trembling her fingers. "sir, i don't think you should have anymore to drink."
she was met with a scoff and a scowl as the glass was lifted to his lips. he smacked purposefully just to annoy the woman and was self-satisfied as she teetered off back into the building, probably to go and whine to her co-workers about the "poor drunken sap." levi honestly wouldn't be able to tell what just was the cause of his sudden desire to become inebriated in public, but chances were it involved his over bearing parents and their one-track company. it always turned his stomach just thinking about it.
in between his rather morbid thoughts - he considered hanging himself before taking up a life married to a business he could care less about - and another sip from the cup held between shaking fingers, lightweight levi stood to head towards the bathroom, abandoning his brownie but not his drink. his steps were slow and cautious, yet inevitably clumsy and just as he readied himself to push through the threshold that led inside of the restaurant, the sound of a faint pop' followed by the angry snarl of a man nearly threw him off balance.
"you hit me, punk?" the words weren't directed at him, yet he turned completely on the heel of his foot, brow rose in silent question. he had half a mind to answer before another man spoke up and the two were nose to nose before the first punch was swung - spiraling the unfortunate soul into an unbalanced levi. his drink was loss, the cup in his hand now shattered on the ground, and if anything, levi was more mortified at the fact that his drink was on his sweater and not in his stomach.
"watch where th'ell you're going!" he slurred before tossing the stranger off of him and firing his own weak jab to the guy's back. some random woman tried to break it up only to have her boyfriend jump in the fray because someone 'looked up her skirt.' a bruised knuckle, an aching jaw, and a bloodied lip later, levi had pulled himself aside, preparing to head back into the onslaught and mutilate the guy who had ruined his night until he realized just how much his jaw was actually hurting. his hand came up to gingerly rub at his chin, blue eyes shifting over to a very peculiar redhead who seemed to be enjoying this all too much.
"ay, m'be you oughta go get some help," more of a demand than a request. and hey, wasn't he the guy who hit those two fools in the first place? "since this is all your fault anyway." levi approached, hands in tightly clenched fists, his stomach tied in knots and he was almost going to swing until ...
he went stumbling forward.
ooc: sorry it's so long ;w;
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Post by javier on Nov 20, 2012 23:15:59 GMT -5
javier made a small hmm as he snapped his gaze to a drunken slur. he was having too much fun to stop chuckling, his hands greasy from messy consumption of food and drink. he almost braced himself for an impact but calmly kept himself in place. the blue haired man before him was drunk - stumbling like a drugged pet from the veterinarian. snidely, he stepped to the side with a soft 'whoops', pulling a chair in to catch the stumbling man in the chest. "whoa there, romeo. might wanna spin yourself around before you look less appealing than you already do." javier let out a hearty laugh, slapping the stranger on the back with a playful grin. before he knew it javier sat himself across the stranger. the outdoor area was a mess of chairs and flipped tables - many customers having left with their family and some new scars. some haven't even payed for their meal.
"well, looks like it's gonna be all quiet again." javier thought aloud, tossing a piece of fish into his mouth. "thanks for doing that." he smiled, "the stumbling preening rooster thing, i mean." the red haired male rolled his eyes, sipping at his wine. he was feeling a little woozy - tipsy, but not drunk enough to not remember the fantastical spectacle he started. javier sat back in his chair instead, scanning his eyes on the cobbled floor - specks of blood and even some teeth lay neglected there. a waiter charged with cleaning the mess up was attempting to fix the tables nearby, giving everyone the nastiest look. javier shrugged. it was all in a day's work.
javier almost laughed to himself when he thought of the fun he could have now with the single drunkard accompanying him. should he fill him up with more alcohol? should he let the guy hit his head somewhere? javier grinned, leaning forward with a half-eaten plate of fish in his outstretched hand. "javier alvarez, bringer of the fish."
"it's cod, unless it's not to your fancy. i think i can scavenge a bit of bass from the floor."
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Post by mckinley on Nov 22, 2012 12:14:20 GMT -5
a clenched fist collided with nothing but air and he braced himself to go kissing the ground, only to be caught in the chest by a chair. sure, it knocked the air out of him but it was better than getting to personally know the cobblestone floor. levi grimaced, his fingers uncoiling, any and all anger that had been mustered up completely abandoned. oh, who was he kidding? he was more embarrassed than anything.
the redhead had a thing for being touchy, levi guessed as he was given a friendly slap on the back and then he was sat on. his hands came up to push the other away, the physical contact much too physical for his liking, "romeo's off-duty for today. find some other prince o'summthin."
the stranger was all teeth and smiles, the complete opposite of the drunken bluenette who was staring intently at the glass of wine in the other's hand. he could still be sipping lazily if he hadn't spilled his drink all over himself. his teeth kneaded at his already bloodied bottom lip, flooding his mouth with the harsh taste of iron and the fruit flavored alcohol he had indulged in before -- and the guy was talking. levi stared for a moment, uncomprehending something about a rooster and thanks so he replied casually, "yeah, you're welcome. what i do best." uh-huh.
an introduction was given and as some sort of gift of their new 'acquaintanceship' he was offered fish, to which his nose upturned and his head turned. levi stared down at the offensive half-eaten meal out the corner of his eye, declining the cod. "you look like'y need it more than i do." at the mention of food, however, he jabbed his thumb back at the table he had occupied before which thankfully hadn't become part of the wreckage. "fetch my brownie for me, would'oo?" the male instead chose to take the half drunken glass of wine that was once in javier's grasp, swirling the contents before taking a sip. he'd always been told to be wary of germs and illnesses, but he felt himself too light to care.
"oh and'm levi."
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Post by javier on Nov 23, 2012 0:32:03 GMT -5
javier could tell the man was hopelessly drunk. so hopelessly drunk he couldn't even think straight - and that in itself could amount to quite some good fun. the zorua gijinka grinned and shrugged. wolfing down the cod himself before finishing his drink. "more for me," he burped loudly, messily wiping his hands on the tablecloth. he listened quietly and silently to the man's demand, but shook his head calmly. he didn't like being ordered around - but he'd let the guy go for being drunk. what's the fun in harming a woozy drunkard anyway? "your brownie? nah, too much work to walk over to the table." he waved his hand at a waiter, who hesitantly left his cleaning duties to trudge over to the table.
"grab the man's brownie from his table for him, will you? he'll starve otherwise." javier smiled, dismissing the waiter with a shooing motion. as if he were in the world's greatest buffet javier leaned over to another table, hand outstretched to grab an untouched bottle of champagne. "levi? that's a funny name. your mother an elevator or something?" javier laughed, shaking the champagne bottle in both hands to get the cork out.
as if he were anticipating it dearly, javier pointed the bottle towards levi just as it had reached its limit - cork flying out along with foamy bits of champagne. "darn, as if your shirt couldn't get any dirtier, eh?" he joked, pulling the champagne bottle back up to pour it into his wine glass. seconds later he set the entire bottle next to levi, gesturing for the other to drink - if he was sober enough to grasp the bottle.
just then the waiter returned with the brownie, glaring daggers at javier for creating another mess for him to clean up. javier returned the look with a snide smile, pushing the brownie towards levi. "your brownie, romeo."
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