"Yeah, she’s really nice. Don’t know a lot about her tho’. But I guess it’s a good thing if people don’t tell you everythin’ about themselves right away."
Mm, yeah… I mean, I fuckin’ guess so. I don’t really know many t’be fuckin’… open ‘bout themselves, eh…
//he looks up and gasps when he sees the knife coming at him. He freezes up completely, unable to move//
//the second he realizes he isn’t dodging, he stops short, the blade a good couple of inches away from him.// … yer dead.
//he stands up straight then, his mouth pressed into a thin line, and offers a hand to help him up// S’alright, yer okay. You ain’t hurt, yeah?
//gasps and ducks under the knife, taking a breath to think instead of react before he aimed his knife for Red’s thigh, still somewhat crouched over//
//he literally jumps over him, letting out a laugh as he lands and spins around, sweeping his legs out from under him again.// Keep goin’, keep goin’, go go go- //Red holds his knife up in both hands and raises it dramatically, still slow enough for him to get out of the way safely as he stabs downward//
pff, do i LOOK like i care? //notices where he’s looking and grins, raising her eyebrows as she leans against the counter// have fun…
//he flashes a grin back to her before he slinks over to the table, hovering over them until he was sure they were all looking, and plucked a foamy drink from it. then he turns, presenting the drink to Kesha with a little bow and a silly grin//
Yer drink, princess~
"HEY, ya fuckin’ PUNK-"
//his grin only grows as he hears the clatter of men getting to their feet behind him, and slowly straightens and turns to look, shit-eating smile on his face as he silently encouraged them to raise his fists. Red wasn’t a drinker, he only came to bars to fight and fuck, and since they weren’t lashing out or shoving down their pants, he took it upon himself to wait until they began to rear back before he start throwing punches themselves. And when they did, he giggles to himself, gives Kesha one last glance, and barrels into the man, socking him in the face as they crash back into the table//
//giggles and reaches down to squeeze his hand in a quick greeting// jus’ get me a fuckin’ drink, and you can forget allllllll about it~
//pouts at her// Fiiine….
//he turns and glances around the bar, getting a devious little idea as he steps towards the counter and eyes a gathering of leather-clad guys in the corner// …Anythin’ ya want in particular?
//waits for him just inside the door with a smug smile//
'EY….. am not… I got fuckin' sidetracked, this fuckin' shit was whinin' t'me over the waves…. grr….
//scowls as he pushes past her into the bar// …shaddup………….
//lets out a little whine when he pulls up at the bar already seeing Kesha’s car parked there//
alright, fuck you, y’wanna make this a RACE??
how bout… i get there first, y’gotta buy me a drink… you get there first, i’ll give YOU somethin’.
S’already a race, babe, an’ I’m about t’get the TROPHY~
Suuuuuuure thing, disco girl <3
//wipes his arm off and sets his stance then runs to Red, arms pulled in and knife aiming under his ribcage where it was a little easier for him to reach//
Good! //he dodges smoothly and, instead of stopping him there, moves to swing at him slow enough for him to duck under, knife suddenly in hand again and flashing a good couple of inches above his head just in case he didn’t get the hint to dodge too// C’mon, keep it up, keep going—