Bored now [Red]

[Amber Lorelle]

Why did it always seem to rain when people wanted to do things? There would be plans, perhaps a day at the park, or some fancy dinner with a loved one, and then bam, the rain would come. Of course not everything could be ruined by rain and a lot of people actually enjoyed it, but for Amber, rain was a nuisance. This was one of those times that she was beginning to wish she had bothered investing in a coat and she growled quietly, casting her eyes upwards at the darkened sky. She wouldn’t be out here at all had it not been for the rumours that she had heard floating around. Someone was planning something big, that much information she had gathered from snippets of conversation at a local tavern, a dingy place where only the rough and ready types tended to congregate. Amber’s eyes had lit up when she heard the mention of money, which was definitely something she had interest in, after all, who didn’t like money?

On her last visit to the tavern, she had heard that the person in question sometimes paid the place a little visit, to be honest that was the only reason she still found herself frequenting the dump. Amber approached the tavern door, brushing the tendrils of hair that had stuck to her face aside before entering.It was loud, the air filled with the scent of alcohol and sweat…an unpleasant combination to say the least and she snorted, ridding the scent from her nose for the moment. Slowly she sauntered over to the bar, leaning on it as she looked around the room at the various ‘revellers’. With a sigh she turned towards the bar tender, eyeing him carefully for a moment before putting money on the counter. “Brandy, and make it snappy”she said with a hint of annoyance in her voice. The bartender took the money and proceeded to pour her drink and place it on the bar before she took it and turned around, leaning her back against the bar, rocking her hips to some imaginary music.

“This had better be worth my time…”she said quietly to herself as she took a sip from her glass before running her tongue along her lips lightly. It was a pity there had been no description with the conversation she had overheard. All she knew was that the person in question was a man, which wasn’t that much to go on considering the majority of the people in the room were men, still, perhaps he would turn up.

[Red Mercer]

The door of the tavern flew straight off the hinges. The force of the door slammed into the record player, causing it to sit on a constant skip. Through the peaks of the rain and darkness a lone figure stood where the door once was. "JAMES!" a voice screeched out, and somewhere within the tavern someone had shit himself. Perhaps Red would be able to sniff him out that way? No, it would be much easier. Red already knew what the man looked like. He was the owner of this establishment, and he was also the only barkeep at the moment.

Slipping through the rubble that was now the doorway, he slipped his hand across the wall which caused sparks to emit from his hand. Laying waste to the material the wall was made of, it crumbled as he made his way to the counter. The room drew silent, the music in the background had now just stopped entirely instead of the skipping it had done previously. Slamming his hand on the counter, the same ignition happened, and an entire section of the counter fell to the floor in useless dust.

"I told you, if you didn't pay me," he said, moving through the now destroyed section of counter. Taking his fist, he slammed it into the glasses of wine behind James who now backed against the back wall. His head hitting against the rack behind him.The back wall had shelves of liquor and other assortments, so when James knocked into it, some of them fell over. "I'd kill you, and your family." he finished his earlier statement. Pulling back his bloody hand, shards of glass protruding from his knuckles.

"Now, do you have my money?" he asked, plucking glass from his knuckle, standing directly in front of the man. Blood now soaked his hand, but Red only felt it as a minor annoyance. Not only that, it was surprising how the man before him's legs shook. He was frightened, terrified. Red had instilled fear into almost every single person in the room. His tattooed arm was just enough alone to do that. Displaying his strength and ruthlessness was a good way to make these people know their place. Not only that, but Red was shorter and built smaller than almost every man in the building. Red's eye line was just at James' shoulder, so he stood there looking up at a man who seemed to cower in fear of this shorter man.

James had asked a favor of Red, and Red in turn told him his price. James failed to pay up, and Red was fed up of waiting. Luckily, James had collected the money and now handed Red a small box of money. Taking a glance, Red felt pretty secure in the amount inside. Luckily for James, that is.

[Amber Lorelle]

This was getting boring, waiting used to be something she had the time for, back when she was under Malek's 'control', but back then she had to be obedient, now on the other hand waiting was annoying. Amber took another sip of her brandy, letting her eyes wander around the room, settling on a group of men who seemed to be playing cards before she looked down at her glass, swirling her drink around. It had been quite a long time since she had been sociable, then again it had been a long time since she had done much of anything. It wasn't unusual perhaps for her to be unsociable, she had learned a long time ago that the only person you could depend on was yourself, and that mentality left little thought of gaining friends.

A few moments later and the door flew open, breaking off of its hinges, scaring everyone in the bar, including Amber herself. A man stood in the doorway, a man she had never seen before and her grip tightened around her glass as her momentary fear dissipated, replaced by curiosity though naturally she was still wary. Whomever this man was, he seemed rather determined to show off his 'skills', though Amber wasn't sure if that was to keep up his threatening manner or whether he just simply enjoyed causing destruction. A few moments later and part of the counter was destroyed as this man continued to show off his power, destroying bottles as well as the counter, instilling fear into the barman, causing Amber to shake her head a little. It was impressive, but so much destruction, she was more for doing things calmly and quietly than making a mess.

"Now, do you have my money?" Was that what this display was all about? A simple matter of money? Now this really did seem like overkill. Amber sighed, repositioned herself against what was left of the counter and turned her back to him and the barman. “You almost made me spill my drink” she said, directing her comment towards Red as she swirled the contents around again before taking another sip. “Such wanton destruction, honestly hunny, haven't you ever heard of quickly and quietly? It's more fun when they don't expect it”.

[Red Mercer]

Slamming the box on the counter, he walked around the now heap of useless ash and leaned on the outer side of the counter. His ears stung a bit as a voice rang out in his direction. Someone in this establishment dared to speak to him? Most of the others around had went back to their own business. The rain from outside was completely visible, and the beating of the raindrops echoed throughout the entire tavern as the rummaging of voices tried to drown it out.

"Eh?" his face drew in with disgust. Someone was speaking to him with disrespect, and even questioned the way he did things. Without a moment of hesitation he brought his right hand forward, pointing a lone index finger at her. "I know you must be new here, but you should speak to people with respect. Especially those that are allowing your heart to keep beating," he said, his voice calm and sure. Not many people spoke out to him, and when they did usually they ended up regretting it.

Forgetting the woman for a moment, he moved his hand over the counter, reaching with his still bleeding hand past James who now began to clean up the mess without a word to Red. Grabbing a broken glass of liquor, he then took a light swig from the broken shards. Making sure not to nip his lips, he gulped a large portion of the broken bottle down before throwing it next to James. The rest of the glass shattered, spilling the little bit of contents it had left.

"Well, you don't look too bad though," he said, his eyes now spanning her entire figure. "I'll let this one slide, perhaps you can provide me some 'services'?" he said, raising a brow with a small smirk on his face.

[Amber Lorelle]

It was a moment or two before he addressed her, simply pointing an index finger for a moment before speaking to her, he may not have looked it, but Amber could tell he
was a little annoyed and she smiled. "I know you must be new here, but you should speak to people with respect. Especially those that are allowing your heart to keep beating" Now he was being threatening towards her? Amber couldn't help but laugh mentally in amusement. Oh this was fun, it had been a while since she had spoken to someone who reacted so well towards her, she thrived on negativity and this guy seemed to be as negative as they came. Amber ran her tongue across her lips lightly, watching him as he picked up the broken bottle before downing the alcohol within. One thing that could be said of him so far was that he enjoyed instilling fear into others, that was obvious and the fact that he seemed to have quite the twisted mind, though that was simply her guessing.

If there was one thing Amber knew, it was people who were 'unstable', having spent several years under Malek, she had learned to read people relatively well. Malek himself had been
unstable, kind one moment and violent the next, she had been on the receiving end of a blow or two in the old days, among other indignities. "Well, you don't look too bad though"
Was that a compliment? Amber raised an eyebrow, putting her glass down on the remnants of the bar before placing a hand on her hip. "I'll let this one slide, perhaps you can provide me some services'?" He was kidding right? Amber laughed quietly
before smiling seductively. “Never on a first date baby” she said with a sultry tone, drawing her finger along the line of the zipper on her shirt.