"Give us a fracking bottle or we'll -"

"Shut up, Raptor!" the girl shouted. She gave the bartender an apologetic smile. "Don't mind my little brother." Without looking, she knew Raptor was fuming, for he hated being called little brother, mainly because he was not. She called him that not to annoy him, but in hopes that it would cause him to act more mature and responsible.

Raven didn't know if the bartender really believed some lazy booze-hound sent them in to get his goods or not. She kind of hoped he did. Perhaps they could get him to leave the building for a minute. He'd offered to fight this so-called friend of theirs. She scooped up the rupees and said "Well, he isn't our friend. He's the low-life laying out by the road, the one who smells like liquor. Go kick his ass and tell him that we are keeping the rupees he gave us."

With that, she turned around and headed for the door, Raptor following aft. If the bartender believed her, he would search for the drunk until he found him and beat him up, or until he gave up. She understood that some guy that matched her vague description was probably going to get hurt because of her actions, but that would be his own damn fault for being at the wrong place at the wrong time. She didn't enjoy causing harm to people as much as her brother seemed to, but she was no humanitarian either.

"Yeah, kids you keep those rupees. I'll take care of him... You kids... be careful in here... My assistant doesn't seem to be here anywhere, I lose track of his shifts a lot... but I'll take care of this guy. Now you two take care and get somewhere safer than this bar... dangerous people have stayed here before without our knowing, especially those of that secretive Blind's Gang, mind you, keep your eyes and pocket out for them, especially. Now, I've talked enough! Excuse me, kids." He opened the end of the counter which granted him passage to behind it, iron gauntlets in hand, ready to punch this guy in who would even consider trying to get two kids to enter a bar for his own gain... And make up that stupid story for them to enter the south... why would he do that...?

The doors to the tavern closed. Some drunk guy down the counter yelled in a mumble, "Oi! where my drink. I get really upset whenever I see the bottom of this glass of mine, and I need my booze, let me drink. Bartendifier?!" The coast seemed to be clear, if they still wanted their alchohol... Well, the bartender was gone at least. This fellow nearby seemed to be getting madder, and who knew how many others in the tavern were watching... Or even paying particular attention, interested in seeing just how these events would unfold before them...

Raptor was always astounded by how clever his sister was and how well she manipulated events. The bartender actually believed her, that was good, and better still was that the guy at the counter was providing a sufficient distraction. He had also been kind enough to allow access behind the bar. Raven slipped behind the bar and grabbed a small glass bottle of liquor. Instead of keeping an eye out for anyone who might try to stop her, Raptor stood in front of the counter and thought about what might be about to go down outside the tavern. It was then that he realized that his sister had not only managed to get the bartender out of the way, she was going to get some drunk beat up. This he had to see. He started to bolt for the door.

Wait. Something was wrong with this picture. It was his job to cause mayhem, not his sister's. Jealous that she was beating him at his own game, Raptor sought to find a way to outdo what Raven just did. It didn't take long for an idea to pop into his head. He had witnessed a lot of crazy things in his life, and a bar-room brawl was not one of them. He was going to change that, though. He turned around and sneaked behind the counter and snatched a bottle of booze. Unlike his sister, he didn't plan on using it for medical purposes. He was going to hide in a corner and wait for the angry drunk to get even angrier, and when the tension in the bar reached a critical point, he was going to throw the glass bottle at the man from the other side of the room. Raven glared at him, and motioned him toward the door, but he just stayed there, flashing a mischievous grin in her direction.

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Craven Morerock was a stereotypical alcoholic. He was the guy who never stayed in one tavern too long because he was always getting kicked out for rowdy behavior. Most bartenders would just give him a bottle of booze and send him on his way, hoping he would pass out for a while and be out of their hair. He had just been kicked out of the Ornery Cucco Tavern, his flask was empty, and he needed MORE. It was a long walk, but he was a plot device; the fact that it would be very difficult for a drunk to make such a hike was irrelevant. He couldn't see anything and he waved his empty glass around shouting "Fill 'er up! Need more!"



OOC:

Bartendifier?!

OOC: Bartendifier is my word for a drunk to call a bartender in difficult times in this Red Roc Tavern, especially in events such as these lol. Leave it be lol XD

So I'm assuming Craven is our drunk in the spotlight? Brilliant. Let's do this

IC: No beer. None of that milk either, that hard stuff from those cows down south. Damn good brothel, they made. Absentmindedly, he lifted his glass to his lips, and realized for the... how many times did he realize now that he glass was empty?... Why was it empty, it was full a minute ago! He had a whole bottle a minute ago! ... Wait, a minute ago, wasn't he just in a caravan heading to that Ruto town with the sign "Ornery Cucco Tavern" at the top... That wasn't right. That made him angry at all those stupid Gorons. They named their stupid wagon after the place where all the booze was... where... all the...

Bartendifiers. Both of them left the bar just a moment ago. At last, his logic was returning. He also remembered seeing quadruplets talking to him, which made him terribly pity their mother for her suffering, but not that it mattered, because she probably was asking her to steal his booze.

And that made him angry.

He slumped out of his stool, his tall top-hat that was open like a ruined shoe slipped off his face, revealing a forest of hair that had likely not been washed for his whole life. Born and baptized in the bottle of booze, some said. Not that they mattered. He'd born and baptize them in their bottles of booze... well... empty bottles, because he wanted the full ones...

But there WAS no booze. Absolutely none! He stared drunkenly (how else could he really stare?) at one of the other common visitors of the Blue Block Bottle of Booze. This guy thick with muscle, with a smoking pipe clenched between his teeth, playing cards with his companions at his table, with a pirate's cap planted firmly on his head.

"Hey YOU! Give me my booze!! I'm thirsty, here, let me finish that for you, there's a good-"

CRASH!!!

That was it. Most tavern folk had probably heard a bottle shatter before, that did not cause such a profound silent throughout. A full bottle had been cracked against the back of none other than our huge, sober fellow who was just at the verge of tearing Craven's limbs off anyway. But such an act seemed by comparison a tender mercy for what flashed in his fury. With one fell POW, a hook punch to the face, and Craven was gone from this earth, which was confirmed when his bane leaped into the air and body slammed him into the ground, quaking the tavern and causing stones to unearth from their proper positions. However, these actions didn't please his card friends that much at all, for he never said that he folded, and Craven's bane still owed him some money... a fair rupee, to say the least. He lifted his full mug with the twisty straw at the top, and hurtled it at his not-so-much-anymore friend, and tackled him, searching for his money.

This was all only just the beginning.

Within seconds, with the bartender gone, the whole tavern was in upheaval. Tables were being strewn across the room, drunks were being thrown from the balcony, the performers on the stage put their weapons down and drew their own weapons to defend themselves to refrain from getting too much involved.

Chaos. Within moments. Because a few kids needed some alcohol, as did our resting friend Craven, who didn't ask kindly, and met his fate from a broke pirate.

OOC: Lesson of the story: don't ask an intimidating man with no money for beer. He wants it more.

Yeah, wow, I strangely enjoyed writing that lol.

OOC: Oops, my bad. I was in a hurry and failed to mention that Craven was walking up to the tavern. He was intended to be the guy that the bartender sees when he goes out to find the drunk that supposedly sent the twins to buy his booze. This still works, though. We can change this guy's name to… I guess it doesn't matter. He'll probably end up dead anyway. XD

IC:

It was time to get the hell out of here. This place had gone up like a wildfire, all because some drunkard didn't get his booze, and Raven didn't know how much of the blame should have been placed on her shoulders. The uproar may or may not have been contingent on the bartender leaving. She wondered for a moment if Raptor had anything to do - where the hell was Raptor, anyway?

He hadn't budged from the place he had been moments ago. Only until a chair came flying in his direction did he step out of the way. Wait… a minute ago there was a full bottle of liquor in his hands, and now there wasn't. She recalled the sound of breaking glass that interrupted the angry drunk and her suspicions were confirmed. Raptor looked like a kid in a candy store as he stared in awe at the chaos amongst them, and Raven hated him for it. The only thing that stopped her from killing his sorry ass on the spot was the fact that his skills were essential to their two-person team. She was especially riled because this hadn't been the first time he caused such mayhem during a simple mission that didn't require any bloodshed. He didn't do it because it was necessary, but because he thought it was fun.

She drew her dagger partly in an attempt to scare any patrons that might be foolish enough to attack her away, and to let Raptor know she wasn't fooling around. She hurried toward the spot where Raptor had planted himself, barely dodging an empty beer mug that came soaring toward her head. She thought about throwing her dagger at the head of whomever threw the mug, but decided against it. There were too many people in the direction it came from to know who threw it. She placed a crushing hand - as crushing as a nine year-old could muster - on the back of her brother's neck. As she dragged him toward the door. "You can watch these idiots kill each other from a safe distance." And afterward I am going to beat the living hell out of you, she thought.

Once they got to the doorway, she let go of Raptor and gave him a shove. "I hope you are fracking proud of yourself." She gestured toward the side of the building. "Let's get out of here before -"

"But you said we could -"

"Fine, but stay out of sight."

The twins hid in the shadows on the side of the building. Raptor watched the fight through a side window. Raven should have just left him in there. Perhaps a serious injury would have made him think twice about provoking such violence in the future.

OOC: I love this thread. It's really helped me develop Raven and Raptor as characters. This music fits really well with this scene:

http://www.youtube.com/watch#!v=LpZcbgyFbv0