Disclaimer: RWBY was created by Monty Oum (RIP) and is owned by Rooster Teeth.
Punch to the my face.
Then the ribs.
And then everywhere else; I couldn't see much since my eyes were swollen.
It didn't bother me that much… Hell I could hardly feel a thing.
Two of Junior's boys had a firm hold on my arms as I just sat there, lazily on the wooden chair in a bloody heap despite my pain tolerance. A white shirt flecked with my blood and disheveled with dirt and grime.
Junior does this sort of thing so none of us fuck up any of his business. I'm no exception.
None of us were, well maybe not Melanie or Militia. He's got a soft spot for them.
My name is Floyd Ambrose, the right hand to The Black Bear.
I make sure to keep the customers safe and the drunk rowdy ones out on their keisters. But it seems that Junior's being frequented by this guy called Roman Torchwick, Vale's Most Wanted criminal. Has a taste for theatrics and cheap cigars. He comes in one night and talks to Junior for a bit, I;m on the floor with the boys as usual….
Then comes along Blondie.
Fuck my life.
Hello Everyone! I apologize if the story is extremely short right now. Its my first RWBY story and I hope that you will all enjoy it. PM me if you have anything to add. Thank you for taking the time to read!
- Hunterous