In A Bar, Not Alone
12 May 2019Jolt Diana
Have you ever seen a chair break across the back of a full grown man? It's actually a wonder, truly. Watching each of the wooden components explode apart and splinter across the floor. Well, it all started in a bar. Much like the other story, I wanted to get a drink for the night and relax. I order something really fruity, some sort of mango flavor to it but strong liquor accompanying it. It was like crushing a lemon in your eyes while your stomach got punched by a heavyweight boxer. At least that was the first shot, by the time I got to the second a man had bumped into me and knocked the glass from my hand to the floor. I gave him a sharp shove away then he slung a punch back at me.By this point I hadn't even noticed that Kane had a hold of a chair like a baseball bat and was already mid swing with it. By the time I saw that chair disintegrate across the assailants back I had my hands up to stop the punch, but we quickly grabbed the guy and threw him out of the bar before returning back to a separate table.
After about... ten or twenty minutes, we both noticed he had come back with a couple of cronies to back him up as he was making his way over. I instinctively tapped out a small hold-out pistol from my sleeve, but Kane had other plans. He knew the station was bustling with Feds, so he jumped up onto his feet on top of his chair and pointed at the would-be avenger then screamed
"Imperials! Get them!"
By the time I had realized it, the entire bar erupted onto these three poor bastards. I saw bottles going everywhere, cues getting broken over people, chairs getting thrown. Kane and I made a quick escape out of the bar, way before the authorities could come around. Good thing too, we weren't looking for a fight anyhow.
We picked up a few drinks, scuttled back to our ships, and had a great laugh for the night.