Gimme Three Steps [Aaliyah]

[Coulson Pike]

so shed some light on me

and hold me up in disbelief

TAG: Aaliyah Words: 613

ONE LAST THING: Cole always has to have a barfight thread. It's a rule.

Cole had been fully expecting to exit the bar in the same way he’d first entered it – completely upright, walking casually, and…well, upright was the important part. As he crashed through the doors and rolled out onto the street, skidding up onto his shoulders before flopping onto his stomach on his stomach, he decided that he was neither upright nor casual-looking. Instead, he was just a big sack of sore hume on the ground, trying to push himself up as pedestrians stared at him. Didn’t they have something better to do with their days than stare at him? To a chorus of grunts, Cole staggered to his feet, grinning sarcastically at the lot of them. ”You should see the other guy.”

Cole had learned his lesson from the other guy. He learned that one should never go into a bar and try to have a conversation about women with a drunk guy on this planet, or the guy would, for completely unknown reasons, start to think that the entire conversation was about his wife and then…he’d jack you in the jaw and start a chain reaction that would send every drunk form in the entire bar into a frenzy. It was from such a situation that Cole had just basically been…well, he wasn’t sure what exactly had hit him, but whatever it happened to be, there were two of them and extremely sharp. Cole’s brain was too muddled by the bit of alcohol that he’d gotten down before the brawl for him to properly think through the possibilities, but he decided it didn’t matter anyway. Everyone inside was hitting everyone else.

And Cole wasn’t really planning on going back in…but there was a small problem. His crap was still inside. And by his crap, he meant the stuff that he actually needed to survive on this planet for more than a day without going poor and starving. Why he’d thought it a good idea to wear his tools into a bar in the first place, he had no idea, but now with drooping arms, he stared at the entrance and blandly and silently at the fact that he had to go back inside.

Oh, and it was going to get worse. Rubbing at his disheveled head of hair since he apparently needed to look good when he went back in to get beaten into a pulp again, Cole spotted, down the street a ways to his right, what looked like the PSICOM no-fun police showing up from one of their ugly little ships and apparently preparing to come down the street to put a stop to the “disturbance” in the bar. ”Ssssshit.” If Cole’s dislike for authorities with guns wasn’t already strong enough, his slightly weakened mind reminded him that he hadn’t registered with PSICOM like they’d demanded that the people of Initium do before entering the city, so they’d not only throw him around and shoot out his kneecaps to get him to stop fighting, but they’d also probably throw him in a cell forever and think him some sort of city-wide danger if they found out that he wasn’t registered to be walking the streets.

But Cole’s stuff.

Grumbling an incoherent set of arguments to himself, Cole started forward towards the doorway again, knocking it open and immediately having to duck underneath a flying…human…being, spotting the individual who had thrown him and avoiding his side of the room entirely. He could spot his pack of tools generally in the area of his bar stool…where half of the bar seemed to have gathered for their individual fights. Cole would just sneak there…just…subtly…and grab his stuff…and slip out the back. No problem, right?

and tell me something that i'll believe in

TEMPLATE BY: THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE MIKEY ! @ CAUTION.

[Aaliyah Nguymen]

[/color] Each drunken okay only meant more money for Aaliyah. For once she thought she was actually going to be leaving the bar without having a brawl. That is until some ass bumped into her. One thing led to another and her little scam was revealed. A fight had broken out near her.

The men looked at her with angry eyes and spoke what sounded like gibberish. They were so drunk they couldn't even speak. Aaliyah broke into hysterical laughter at this point. "Hey man I'm not even sorry." Next thing she knew fists were flying and she was tackled. And here I thought tonight would be boring. One thing led to another and she was up again with a broken bottle of whiskey in her hand. She had reached for it and smashed it over her attacker's head. He had rolled off her and was motionless. Dead? Alive? All in all she was up and wanting a drink. "Well son of a bitch what a waste." As she tossed the bottle at a drunken man stumbling her way, no doubts wanting to beat his money back out of her. The rim of the bottle hit his head and the jagged edges was able to spare itself. She had been aiming at him but didn't feel like killing him. Nah, she "won" all his money. Let him weep for forgiveness from his wife.

As the man came at her she grabbed his wrist and swung his arm around so she was holding him at her chest, his face forward and in shock that Aaliyah had done so. "This is arm now belongs to me. I can break it with a simple flick of muscle. You got that Love?" Aaliyah chuckled in the man's ear. She placed one hand on his side and slinked it into his back pocket to take out his wallet. "Lucky for you though, I don't have a need for yer arm." Still have to put in some fear. With a flick of her wrist she moved so his arm would be fractured. Knowing/hoping this was the case, she let go of him and brought up her foot to kick him to the ground. All while she heard him whimpering from the fracture she had given him. When one other guy came rushing at her, she sighed and moved to the left so he would go flying over the table. "Bloody hell." she said as she flipped through the wallet. After pocketing his card and ID, she threw the wallet back at his whimpering self. "Might want to get that checked out." She noted with a chuckle.

Her attention was immediately brought to a man that had stumbled back in through the doors. One of the guys who hate started the brawl. With a quick note, she looked at a bag that was just laying there. No one was going for it, maybe that man was wanting it. Oh he had the cutest features. Thinking for a moment she made her way to the bag and was there after grabbing hold of a man in her way, she then threw a straight punch into his nose and flipped him onto a table. Whatever happened to lettin' a lady through? When she made it to the bag, her greedy hands immediately slung it over her shoulder. "Bloody hell, what's in this damn thing." She noted from the weight of it. Turning her head, she noticed the man who had stumbled in again. He had been stumbling towards the bag. Knowing this only brought a playful smirk to her. Bringing up her finger, she urged the brown haired beauty to follow her out the back door. Just to show him that she was serious, Aaliyah turned on her heel and walked out the door.[/ul]