Sometimes you have break a few bones.. (Aden OCarrol)

[Doc]

Doc pushed the door of the Handle Bar with a bit more force than he needed to. Needless to say, it may have drawn attention to his arrival, but he didn’t care. He was annoyed. He had just spent the last ninety minutes tracking down the John that beat the **** out of Chantelle, who was one of Doc’s girls. That sort of action was not going to be tolerated. There was a lesson to taught.

Pausing just inside the Handle Bar, Doc looked out of place. He in his bespoke quality suit, surrounded by bikers and the rougher element of the city. Scanning the barroom, he spotted his quarry across the room. He closed the distance to the John’s table, pulling a chair, and seating himself uninvited at the man’s table. Doc unbuttoned his jacket, and then linked his fingers together as he dispassionately eyed the male.

The John in question, gave Doc a sneering look, “What the hell do you want old man? I didn’t tell you, you could sit. Take yourself off..”

“No. I am going to sit right here, and you and I are going to come to an understanding.”

“Listen buddy.. You do not want to start any **** with me. So take yourself off.. While i am feeling charitable.”

Doc lips curled contemptuously. “You will be praying for charity before I am done with you. The name Chantelle ring a bell?”

The John snorted. “That *****? She your daughter or some ****? You best run home while you can. Or you two will have to share a hospital room..”

“Daughter? No. My employee .. yes. And I am here to give back, what you gave her.”

“You going to give me my money back?.. Good. Hand it over,” The John’s position took on a predatory air.

“No.. I am going to beat your ******* ***.. Like you beat Chantelle..”

The John burst out with a sharp bark of laughter. “You? Really? Looked around you Pops.. You wont find any help in here… Give me back my $120.. And I will let you leave this bar under your own steam.”

“I will be just fine.” Doc glanced over his shoulder toward the bar, “See that cute little Brunette.. The one with the brown doe eyes..? She is quite handy with a blade, and she is also the manager here. I know her. I also know that she would be quite put out,.. To know that you..” He looked at the John in an assessing manner, “What are you? 6’3” .. maybe 6’4”? Well,” He gestured toward the Bar Manager, “She would not be happy to know that you beat the **** out of a defenseless girl that barely stands 5’4” and then you hid and took refuge in her bar. A cowardly bag of **** that hits a girl..” He grimaced, “No .. she wouldn’t like it at all.” He smiled a cold tight lipped smile. “You won’t have any help here.”

The John’s face faltered for a moment. He hadn’t expected this turn of events. But he fully intended to bluster and bluff his way out this. Some old guy wasn’t going to get the best of him. “So what exactly do you want? Money? Cause you ain't getting jack. You want to fight.. Let’s go..”

Doc’s face lit into a cold half smirk. “I am glad you see things my way. If you are lucky.. I won’t ******* kill you.” The words uttered passively, though the look in Doc’s eyes showed he meant it. He meant every word. “Parking lot.” He glanced at Minx then back at the John. “She would have my ******* hide if I messed up her bar..” he smiled a close lipped smile, “.. again.”

The John didn’t miss the last comment as Doc stood and graciously gestured to allow the John to precede him. “After you..”

[Dominique]

Dominique felt the small spread of fine midnight hair at the nape of her neck rise. Subtle as it was and totally unexpected she knew the source before she set eyes on him. The doors moved with a tell tale hiss. Her eyes left the bar where she just so happened to be standing looking for what was increasingly harder to find. Bodies were missing that she knew still existed but perhaps they were elsewhere. She would not hunt them down. In time the space she stood in, the walls around her, would bring them all back. This place always did. Until then her patience was without limits.

Stepping through the length of the massive bar had her passing unfilled glasses while her dark wide eyes fixed on the one who entered. He stood out instantly and for good reason. The walking shadow was a piece of work and there was no denying it. One by one the mustached and bearded audience took notice despite the growing self-induced fog of consumed liquor. Her boots paused from their progressive motion and she admired him as he carried himself across the hardwood floor with the confidence and focus he always did. What had not killed her made her stronger. Her creator, her passport to eternity. He was her brutal end and her maddening beginning. Doc.

Like a cat fully aware that it had nine plus lives to spend the petite healthy and human appearing shadow perched her backside on the stool conveniently within reach. The sweat of unwashed bodies and the second hand smoke littered the air but not enough that it held back the heightened senses of the undead. They were at work 24/7 rummaging and sifting ultimately finding the signs of conflict and danger rising that most mortals missed out on and fell prey to far too easily. It would seem her sire found his entertainment waiting for him clueless as always. HOPE claimed a thick glass in its palm and gripped firmly while LESS poured the room temperature amber fluid from the tall bottle. Once the glass was half full the bottle was again sealed and returned to the army of black labels standing guard on the bar. Someone was going to earn a drink as soon as they managed to make it back inside. She winked and lifted what was on the house sending the whiskey swirling to llick the inside of the glass with the brief up and down motion.

“So who is signing for this order and unloading it?” A burly Carhartt covered driver waved a clipboard while stomping his boots free of slush on the floor beneath.
“Dude…” She left the glass on the bar surface and hopped off her present observation post. “You didn't by chance notice that gray carpet by the door where you entered?" Unruly thick ginger catapillar size eyebrows shot up in disbelief at her question. She shook her head."Of course not. Follow me.” She growled having no issue guiding the guy to the backroom of the bar where the service entrance was. Surely he missed it when he rolled in moments prior. “My sister and the owner seem to have stepped out momentarily but I can help you out.”The doors opened with her one handed shove and snapped back barely missing the mountain of body heat nearly stepping on her heels.

Cameo appearance with permission of Doc writer.

[Aden-OCarrol]

Aden decided after getting hit with a motorcycle a few days before that he might want to get out and see what’s up with this town. He drove around on his bike for a while and ran into this place called the Handle Bar. It looked like his type of place, the type that you can get into a bar fight and most likely the cops will never be called.

He had parked his bike out front made his way inside and sit down and order a beer. There were these two gentlemen talking behind him that were kind of getting on his nerves wasn’t what they said just something about them he didn’t like.

Aden was kind of in a mood anyway, he had been hit by a motorcycle a few days ago by this beautiful blonde for some reason he couldn’t get her out of his head. It wasn't even her fault that she is him it was his. He had been in this horrible funk for a while now. Since he had disappeared off the grid things haven’t been quite right. He had decided to wander not sure how he made it from Florida all the way up into Canada to this weird little town. Yet something seemed to be calling him here and he didn’t quite understand. He figured it was Odin’s work.

He set there for about 30 min. with most of the beer still in the beer bottle and looking at it and her card in his hand. She was still on his mind not casue she was pretty. It was the look in her eyes something about them stuck with him. It had not dawn on him in tell latter on that next day. Why he could not get them out of his head. Oddly he could not remember anything she said or they talked about. All he could remember was her eyes. To most people they would of been scary raw forceful. But to him they were lovely, primal and dangerous. Like she could snapped him in two like a twig.

A man grabbed a chair from his table and the set down at the table behind. It pulled Aden out of his cloud of thoughts. He began to listen. He liked the man voice and his tone. As they talked he became pulled to what the man was saying. Aden did not think he was lying but what this asshole did.

Aden had an idea, he had not hit anyone in months. He had not felt the lust for battle. Why not hit the John. It might piss off the pimp but what the hell the pimp might like it and get a kick out of it.

The John’s face faltered for a moment. He hadn’t expected this turn of events. But he fully intended to bluster and bluff his way out this. Some old guy wasn’t going to get the best of him. “So what exactly do you want? Money? Cause you ain't getting jack. You want to fight.. Let’s go..”

Doc’s face lit into a cold half smirk. “I am glad you see things my way. If you are lucky.. I won’t ******* kill you.” The words uttered passively, though the look in Doc’s eyes showed he meant it. He meant every word. “Parking lot.” He glanced at Minx then back at the John. “She would have my ******* hide if I messed up her bar..” he smiled a close lipped smile, “.. again.”

The John didn’t miss the last comment as Doc stood and graciously gestured to allow the John to precede him. “After you..”

When they both got up so did he. He loved this idea. Then suddenly he jumped in the air and when with the superman punch. Hitting the John hard across the jaw with load crack as he followed the man to the floor punching him the whole way. When they hit the floor Aden was on top of the John hitting a few more times to make a point.” I think you be paying this guy here for what own him and some. You little piece of ****. He reaches in The johns pocket and pulls out his wallet.” Try me, try fight back and pretty sure Mr….” wait for the pimp to say his name” will kill you. Your lucky I kicked your ***.” Gets up and kick the john in the balls like he kicking a field goal” Its Good!” he raises both of his hands like at football game.

“Pay your bill you weak son of a *****. “

[Doc]

Normally Doc would have let the John have the first hit. But not tonight. This first one was for Chantelle. He suckered punched the John and staggered him. It was clear the John wasn’t expecting that much force. He was in the midst of rolling his shoulders and straightening his tie preparing to block and punch again, when another patron who followed them, started wailing on the John, taking him to the ground.

Initially, Doc frowned, but then he thought, what the ****. Let the other guy rip into him. Would save Doc the effort, and more importantly, it would save his suit. The unknown guy laid hit after hit on the John. Once the John was pretty much done, and as the guy was telling him off, he paused for Doc to introduce himself. “Charles.. But most call me Doc.”

Doc was beginning to be amused. The new guy at least knew and had a modicum of understanding about manners and introductions. He eyed the guy surreptitiously. The guy could handle himself, knew how to throw a punch, and blocked effortlessly. As the guy stood up, and kicked the John firmly in the family jewels, and making the world renowned ‘score’ symbol, followed by a “it’s Goood!” Doc had to laugh.

Normally Doc kept his distance from humans he did not know, apart from hunting, stalking and killing them. But this guy with a soccer sense of humor, who wasn’t afraid to jump into the fray that wasn’t his business; made Doc pause. This guy could be useful. Doc had a pretty good finger on the pulse of the city’s less than ethical citizens, and he did not recognize this guy. An idea formed.

Doc diverted his attention from the curled-in-a-fetal-position John, to the guy. Doc extended his hand, “As I said earlier, I’m Doc. Haven’t seen you around. Are you new to the city?” He paused half a second before adding, “I could use a guy with your initiative.. If you’re looking for work.” He lifted an eyebrow in silent query. “At the very least .. I think I owe you drink..”

[Aden-OCarrol]

Doc diverted his attention from the curled-in-a-fetal-position John, to the guy. Doc extended his hand, “As I said earlier, I’m Doc. Haven’t seen you around. Are you new to the city?” He paused half a second before adding, “I could use a guy with your initiative.. If you’re looking for work.” He lifted an eyebrow in silent query. “At the very least .. I think I owe you drink..”

Aden nodded when he asked if he was new and wiped the back of his mouth with the back of his hand." I take a beer rather have mead if they have some. I forgot to ask the lady." Turns and walks back into the bar figuring the Doc guy would follow. " If it is cash money then I might. Rode in on my bike the other night. When for a walk and got my self-hit by a pretty blonde with dangerous eyes. Might stick around in town for a while if had a reason to."

Makes his way back over to the table he was sitting at looks over at the guys the john was sitting with." What girls got work, He had it coming? Might want to go out there check on your friend." Points at Doc." I pretty sure he still wants to hit some thing, if want make something of it, sure he give you a go." Looks at Doc with a smirk. Then down at his kuckles and dust off some dirt.

Waits for Doc to sit down ." Odd place to wear a suit, either your a badass or crazy such of a *****. I bet both."