"Bourbon, no ice." Warwick grunted, his tail brushing against the floor lazily. Even years after his transformation, he still found that glasses had to be handled with a certain delicateness. His disposition made holding small glasses difficult, let alone drinking from them. So for the bartender's sake it had better come in a mug.
He looked over at the poker game while he waited, interested in this strange mix of company.
Post by Tekun Valos on Jan 2, 2013 21:41:15 GMT -5
"Get's imported from every place. That ain't the Rabble Rouser's. Dunno where he gets it but you're welcome to ask Valos over 'der."
The bar tender mentioned to Victus as the bar tender absent mindedly gave Warwick a glass with no ice in it. He turned to Warwick and paused. "Uh...wait. You want something else fer' this to go in?"
"Please" Warwick inclined his head to the bartender, although it was clear he didn't mean a word of it. He was still watching the card game, curious as to how Fate and Graves were suddenly so congenial. He doubted it would last, and a barely concealed grin came to his face as he pictured the outcome of the game.
"Mordekaiser, what brings you to Zaun?" He called to the Master of Metal. "Come have something." Warwick said, more to spite the bartender for amusement than anything.
The bartender exchanged his glass with that of a mug filled with bourbon. He left the other glass there for him. "Uh...no charge boss." He stated hoping it would appease the pup the lycanthrope. He didn't want to get mauled on the way home.
Last Edit: Jan 3, 2013 0:04:15 GMT -5 by Tekun Valos
Post by thegrandduelist on Jan 3, 2013 0:51:27 GMT -5
Fiora only sat with a mostly serious somewhat laid back look upon her face, She would NOT lose again to Graves. Although something told her she might lose to Twisted fate and Graves together...
"What exactly have i gotten myself into...." She muttered upon refilling her glass, she had a smile upon her face despite her words.
Victus would find that his money never met the counter, and instead fell into one of Warwick's waiting paws. He grinned at the threatening stare, showing each of his pearl white fangs lined up in precision. Any man who openly insulted him like that was asking for a beating, worse than a beating. But Warwick was in a good mood today, so he was content with returning the coins to Victus' hand none to lightly.
"My my, is this how you treat your customers? I'm insulted." His eyes flicked to the bartender, still displaying his dangerous incisors. He reached down into a fold in his armour and retrieved a pouch of coins - considerably heavier than the amount the other man put forward - which he then threw to the bartender. "Leave the bottle" he said before finally lifting his drink.
Warwick took at first a sip, then a longer drought of the mug, absorbing the smells and flavours. He didn't care much for sophisticated drinks, the simplicity of this one would always appeal to him most. He was not dissapointed, the flavour was richer and smoother than what he had expected, considering most Zaunite drinks were either imported or ended up tainted by the foulness of the atmosphere. This one did well, and reminded him of the yellow fields that used to lay outside the city.
Setting the drink down on the table, his eyes met Victus' again, remembering he was there. "Learn your place, pup, or I'll put you in it" he growled. And in his mind, the matter was settled, simple as that.
The bartender caught it and swallowed nervously and visibly. "Meant no disrespect sir...just...my way of appologizin' for screwin' up." He slowly moved away until he was needed.
Post by Victus Brightblade on Jan 3, 2013 9:08:54 GMT -5
Victus suddenly wished his blade was in reach.
"Barkeep, tolerating the wolf's aggression will only result in more. The wolf has an ego to match that of the bandit lords, who upon my meeting them lose more than their office. Bullies often rely on bluster more than strength."
Or not, this fool was clearly intent on hounding him out of the bar altogether. The Blood Hunter would have none of that. "You sound like a Demacian" he began darkly, staring into Victus' eyes coldly. Then a soft chuckle escaped him, a rough sound that escalated to roaring laughter before dying down again.
"Aggression? Have I eaten someone you know? Ha!" Warwick leered. "I came here for a drink, not to be lectured by some zealous, hypocritical fool on manners, and to be compared to common filth." He snarled at Victus, it was the arrogance of men like him that gave his work a bad name. He expected people to hate him, he relished the fact that thousands cursed his name daily. But he always, always commanded respect. This 'holier than thou' attitude was going to be the man's grave if he didn't shut his trap, the first fifty carcasses thrown to the streets should have driven that point across already.
"You aren't on the West coast any more, you should have left your worthless intolerance there." Warwick's tongue flicked out of his mouth and around his lips, he was clearly enjoying himself and wondered just how far he could get on the man's nerves.
Post by Victus Brightblade on Jan 3, 2013 10:50:05 GMT -5
"To earn respect, one must show it. Those that lack it often find themselves alone in their hour of need. Even Noxians show more respect than you. It is no wonder you are cursed, if all you do is insult and bully those without strength."
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