Shut Up and Take Another Shot! (Invite Only)

Tekun hadn’t noticed Sivir enter and was too busy enjoying his own drink and own musings. It was then he heard a voice that seemed familiar. The Battle Mistress was here? More importantly, who was that poor bastard groping her side. She was counting…and then the mug shattered over the fools head. Graggy sloshed to the floor along with bits and pieces of glass. He fell and Sivir began to pummel the man’s already bleeding head. Tekun stood to move and went to pull Sivir off of the idiot before she killed him. However, Tekun soon felt a something sharp sting into his side and something caught his cheek.

It seemed the men with their daggers had taken drunken stabs and swings at Sivir, missed and struck Tekun in the side and cut his cheek. Normally, anyone else would have screamed and fallen. Anyone else would need to go to the infirmary. Tekun instead promptly grabbed one of the men by the throat and back handed him. His side was not bleeding as heavily as it should have been but his clothing was ripped and stained with sanguine.
His grasp was beyond tight. “I’ll teach you to stab me you snowflea!”

The freljordian was furious and promptly broke the man’s nose with a hard jab, flooring him. The other swung, only to be entirely stopped mid-swing by a hay-maker to the jaw which sent him spiraling into a table, and into several other burly looking Noxians who had, until moments ago, been enjoying a nice quiet night. The table was flipped and their meals scattered in every which way. They did not look pleased.

And more joined the fray, for some reason one of them felt inclined to swing at Sivir. Which was soon regretted, Tekun assumed he regretted it as the sound of bone breaking made even him shudder. Sickening, but at the same time impressive for a woman with such a small frame. Tekun didn’t feel the need to taunt those charging at him as much as he felt the need to send them plummeting to the ground. Tekun backed up and delivered a fierce kick to one of their faces, flooring him on contact, before he pivoted and spun. He caught another with the front end of his foot and shin.

Another went down in a less than glorious fashion, sending him spiraling to the floor and then rolling onto his side in a most unceremonious fashion. Two by now had come back with a guard whom entered…only to see that it was a League Champion as well as someone who was far larger than himself utterly brutalizing the patrons who dared to strike them. Losing courage, he turned and walked away which utterly dumbfounded those who had been sent to get him. There would be no saving them from their wrath.

Tekun was sure that Sivir by now had floored anyone else who decided that she was “a good target” to punch. When it was done, seven bodies were upon the floor, furniture was destroyed, dinners were ruined, Tekun had been stabbed, Sivir had been groped and her lip busted open, and beer had been wasted. The bar tender had seen his share of fights but this was rather, frightening and was unsure if he should shoo the two out.

Tekun turned to Sivir and casually held his side. “…That was a helluva a punch there. Looks like they hit your lip though.”

“More or less. Shit happens.” Tekun shrugged as if the somewhat growing bloodstain on his side was completely insignificant and removed a small cloth from his pocket and passed it on to her. “You can take this to clean yourself up a little. A woman, no matter how tough, shouldn’t be bleeding all over the floor. Especially if we’re both not under any contract at the moment.” Tekun paused for a moment and moved to feel his side, hand trailing beneath his shirt to feel just how severe his wound was. As he thought it didn’t feel or hurt all too badly, being extremely resilient had its benefits.

He brought it back out, his hand only somewhat smeared. It looked worse than it actually was. “…So. Think we should find another bar…or just get back to drinking and hope Noxus doesn’t decide to use military force for an arrest?”

“It looks bad but it isn’t. It’s mostly stain.” Tekun waved it off as his eyes trailed to the man who rolled onto his side with a groan. “…Agreed. This play has hit the dumps. Not really our fault really.” Tekun replied with a glance to the bartender who had witnessed the brawl. He was half glaring at them and half ready to flee into the back room. “So much for an uneventful night at The Premonition.”

“You know. There’s a tavern down the road where I can guarantee no one will even attempt to feel you up.” Tekun jested. “Five minutes down the path, if you’re willing to drink with me tonight I’ll pay for everything.”

Sivir had money, there was no doubt about that, but Tekun knew that he might as well go with the current flow of things rather than attempt to fight it. Once something like this occurred it was pretty difficult to fight the chain of hilariously stupid things he tended to get himself into. At least if Sivir was there he’d have someone to share all the fun with. Besides, it seemed like she’d be good company for the night.

Tekun nodded and began to move. This was only a warm up to her? He supposed that tonight would certainly be remember-able, or completely forgotten. It would definitely be one or the other. “Alright, follow me.” Tekun made his way out into the streets of Noxus and walked down a cobblestone road that was illuminated much like the tavern was. Lantern light glowed softly in these streets that had all the macabre design Noxus was known for. Dark stone and skull designs on unfriendly streets with individuals upon them of a questionable nature, but unlike Zaun most of them kept to themselves and the law was enforced here.

Up ahead, their destination stood. “The Fisherman’s Fist.” A bar where the shady amounted in mass and no one fought as the guard had a tendency to be there often and in mass. Often enough, if someone forgot the unwritten rules they ended up in the back alley and often “disappeared”. Tekun entered through the front door, accompanied by the champion. It was a slow night here, oddly enough. He took a seat at the counter of the bar; a large bald headed man with an eye patch over his left eye was tending the bar. In silence he sized up the two before he spoke.

“What’ll it be.”

Hours later…

Tekun had gotten to drinking, one thing led to another and soon enough they were testing one anothers will. He wasn’t entirely sure how much Tekun had had but he was fairly certain he was more than beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol. Tekun tapped on his glass idly.
“Put more of the stuff in the thing that stuff goes in…” Tekun eyed the bartender who complied with a sigh before Tekun turned his attention to Sivir. More whiskey filled his glass; it probably wasn’t a good idea for Tekun to be mixing drinks either.

“So…then I hit him. In the face with the back end of my fist and he got back up and kept wailing on my friend. I tell you, I’ve never seen such an insane man. Always going on about justice…” Tekun had been recounting a story. A masked man who had dressed similar to that of some kind of comic book character had smashed through a window at a local Mundo Burger in Zaun during a meeting to get to the bottom of a more serious issue. The meeting location wasn’t his idea. “So…in the end…the building collapsed on him…” Tekun blinked and tried to collect his thoughts.

“Did any of that make any sense…was that followable?”