Sniper-X: Chapter 2-Drinks and Drunks
Getting bored in her hotel room, Sniper-X decided she'd check out the local bars. Although she was under age, her fake ID's said otherwise, and she felt she needed a drink. She dug through her backpack and pulled out her black leather wallet. It was old and torn, but for some reason she never felt like getting a new one. SX had already gotten paid for the hit earlier so she had plenty of cash.
Stuffing the wallet in the back pocket of her baggy black jeans, SX grabbed her room key and went out the door, making sure to lock it safely behind her.
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The smell of cigar smoke, grit, and alcohol assaulted her senses as Sniper-X entered the bar. She sauntered in, looking assertive, yet solemn and quiet as she made her way to the counter. She got a few stares from some of the drunks as she hopped up on a bar stool.
Although she wasn't very tall, SX still looked older than seventeen. It wasn't her looks, as you would probably guess, but it was the look in her eyes and the way she carried herself.
The bartender didn't even think twice about asking Sniper-X for an ID when he came up to her. "What'll yah have?"
SX slowly looked up at the man. He was a little on the chubby side, grizzly looking, with a handlebar mustache and military style haircut. Her eyes bore into him and she cocked her head to the side, letting her short locks hang sideways. "Uhh...jus' gimme a scotch an' soda, on the rocks."
The bartender nodded, cleaning a glass with a dirty looking rag. He turned around to get her drink, and within a few minutes, set the glass infront of her.
SX eyed the drink for a second, staring right past it as if there was nothing there. She sighed deeply, then reached into her back pocket, pulled out her wallet, and pushed some money toward the bartender without saying a word.
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After about an hour, Sniper-X was on her second drink and taking it slow. She was in no rush really, there was nothing else for her to do and she didn't feel like going back to the hotel room yet where she'd just get bored further. SX brushed a hand roughly across her face, then propped her left elbow up on the counter and rested her chin in her hands.
Deciding it was getting late, SX got down from her stool and was about to leave the bar when a fight broke out. She had been hearing some arguments in the back of the bar where the pool tables were. SX heard shouts about "mutie scum" and "filthy muties" throughout the night, but until now, had thought better to ignore them. She really hated people like that; ignorant, stubborn, and arrogant bastards. The world was full of them, and some she'd deal with, others she was paid to kill.
All of a sudden a chair came flying past her face, followed by a large bald man who was covered in tattoos.
SX frowned, getting annoyed and wishing she had her gun with her. She didn't know what the fight was about directly, but had an idea that it had to do with mutants and mutant haters.
The bald man with the tattoos rushed past her again, this time grabbing the man that had tossed him moments before.
SX noticed the man that was being grabbed by the bald guy. He was muscular, and had mutton chops running down the side of his face, with wild brown hair that came to odd points in the back of his head. For some reason, Sniper-X guessed that he was the mutant. Maybe it was the way he was acting, ferocious and feral-like. Or maybe...it was because he didn't have a single scratch on him.
Before she knew it, the feral man was getting tossed her way, snarling and growling. Except this time, he had these long razor-like claws on his hands. The man knocked into her, making SX hit the floor of the bar hard with a thud.
The feral man got to his feet quickly, looking down at SX, then back at his attacker. "You okay?" The man asked gruffly, but with a certain amount of concern.
SX grunted, putting a hand to her head. There was blood on her hand when she pulled it away, probably from the man's claws scraping by her as they fell. "Just peachy."
The bald man that was attacking the feral one, stopped short as the bartender suddenly pulled a shotgun from under the bar and pointed at them and at Sniper-X who was still at the feral man's feet.
"All ya'll three get the hell outtah here!"
SX frowned at the bartender. "What the hell did I do?!"
The bartender took no mind to her and cocked the gun for emphasis. "NOW!"
The feral man grabbed SX's arm, pulling her to her feet and began dragging her out of the bar.
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When they were outside, the bald man started advancing towards the feral guy and SX.
"Ah ain't finished with yah yet boy!"
The feral man released his claws once again with a sharp and distinct, *SNIKT!* "If you don't get outta here, yer the one who's gonna be finished, *boy*."
The tattooed man frowned angrily, spitting at the dirt and turning sharply to walk away.
The feral man looked at SX. He was worried, she could tell. Either worried that he'd hurt her, or worried she was going to maybe call some mutant police on him. "Look kid, I'm really sorry 'bout that. Y'sure yer okay?"
Sniper-X rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. And I ain't no kid."
The feral man snorted. "Y'sure 'bout that? I dunno how the hell y'got in that bar, but y'ain't over 21." He shook his head. "My name's Logan."
SX raised an eyebrow at him in a cocky way. "What? You want a medal or somethin'?" She was pissed. Not really because he'd hit her before, she realized it was an accident, but because he wouldn't let it go. He wasn't like other people; knock into someone and move on. In a bar atleast, that's what they'd usually do. Not this guy. He really wanted to make sure she was okay, and SX wasn't used to that at all. It unnerved her in a way.
Logan sighed, somewhat frustrated and annoyed. "You got a name kid?"
SX laughed. "Heh, yeah, somewhere." She crossed her arms in an assertive way and glared at Logan. She then reached into her back pocket and pulled out her wallet. SX took out the ID she was currently using and, for some reason, she tossed it to him.
Logan eyed the ID that said the girl was 23. He half-smiled, amused. "Ok then "Zoe", where do ya live? Lemme atleast give ya a ride home. Ya got that cut on yer head cuz o' me, so it's my fault if ya don't get home alright." He tried reasoning with her, although Logan didn't actually think it would work. He was still baffled at the fact that she didn't run away from him because he was a mutant. Was this kid a mutant? Maybe she was...maybe she was some homeless kid that didn't care either way.
"Zoe" sighed, stuffing her hands in her pockets. "Look *Logan*, I'm fine, really. Cross my fucking heart. B'sides, I don't usually talk ta strangers." She turned swiftly and began walking away.
Sniper-X was relieved that Logan wasn't following her. The guy was probably just trying to be nice and all, or something...but she wasn't very trusting. In her kind of business, you couldn't be. Too many people have trusted others, thinking they could confide in them. Next thing you know, they're stabbin' you in the back.
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Getting bored in her hotel room, Sniper-X decided she'd check out the local bars. Although she was under age, her fake ID's said otherwise, and she felt she needed a drink. She dug through her backpack and pulled out her black leather wallet. It was old and torn, but for some reason she never felt like getting a new one. SX had already gotten paid for the hit earlier so she had plenty of cash.
Stuffing the wallet in the back pocket of her baggy black jeans, SX grabbed her room key and went out the door, making sure to lock it safely behind her.
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The smell of cigar smoke, grit, and alcohol assaulted her senses as Sniper-X entered the bar. She sauntered in, looking assertive, yet solemn and quiet as she made her way to the counter. She got a few stares from some of the drunks as she hopped up on a bar stool.
Although she wasn't very tall, SX still looked older than seventeen. It wasn't her looks, as you would probably guess, but it was the look in her eyes and the way she carried herself.
The bartender didn't even think twice about asking Sniper-X for an ID when he came up to her. "What'll yah have?"
SX slowly looked up at the man. He was a little on the chubby side, grizzly looking, with a handlebar mustache and military style haircut. Her eyes bore into him and she cocked her head to the side, letting her short locks hang sideways. "Uhh...jus' gimme a scotch an' soda, on the rocks."
The bartender nodded, cleaning a glass with a dirty looking rag. He turned around to get her drink, and within a few minutes, set the glass infront of her.
SX eyed the drink for a second, staring right past it as if there was nothing there. She sighed deeply, then reached into her back pocket, pulled out her wallet, and pushed some money toward the bartender without saying a word.
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After about an hour, Sniper-X was on her second drink and taking it slow. She was in no rush really, there was nothing else for her to do and she didn't feel like going back to the hotel room yet where she'd just get bored further. SX brushed a hand roughly across her face, then propped her left elbow up on the counter and rested her chin in her hands.
Deciding it was getting late, SX got down from her stool and was about to leave the bar when a fight broke out. She had been hearing some arguments in the back of the bar where the pool tables were. SX heard shouts about "mutie scum" and "filthy muties" throughout the night, but until now, had thought better to ignore them. She really hated people like that; ignorant, stubborn, and arrogant bastards. The world was full of them, and some she'd deal with, others she was paid to kill.
All of a sudden a chair came flying past her face, followed by a large bald man who was covered in tattoos.
SX frowned, getting annoyed and wishing she had her gun with her. She didn't know what the fight was about directly, but had an idea that it had to do with mutants and mutant haters.
The bald man with the tattoos rushed past her again, this time grabbing the man that had tossed him moments before.
SX noticed the man that was being grabbed by the bald guy. He was muscular, and had mutton chops running down the side of his face, with wild brown hair that came to odd points in the back of his head. For some reason, Sniper-X guessed that he was the mutant. Maybe it was the way he was acting, ferocious and feral-like. Or maybe...it was because he didn't have a single scratch on him.
Before she knew it, the feral man was getting tossed her way, snarling and growling. Except this time, he had these long razor-like claws on his hands. The man knocked into her, making SX hit the floor of the bar hard with a thud.
The feral man got to his feet quickly, looking down at SX, then back at his attacker. "You okay?" The man asked gruffly, but with a certain amount of concern.
SX grunted, putting a hand to her head. There was blood on her hand when she pulled it away, probably from the man's claws scraping by her as they fell. "Just peachy."
The bald man that was attacking the feral one, stopped short as the bartender suddenly pulled a shotgun from under the bar and pointed at them and at Sniper-X who was still at the feral man's feet.
"All ya'll three get the hell outtah here!"
SX frowned at the bartender. "What the hell did I do?!"
The bartender took no mind to her and cocked the gun for emphasis. "NOW!"
The feral man grabbed SX's arm, pulling her to her feet and began dragging her out of the bar.
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When they were outside, the bald man started advancing towards the feral guy and SX.
"Ah ain't finished with yah yet boy!"
The feral man released his claws once again with a sharp and distinct, *SNIKT!* "If you don't get outta here, yer the one who's gonna be finished, *boy*."
The tattooed man frowned angrily, spitting at the dirt and turning sharply to walk away.
The feral man looked at SX. He was worried, she could tell. Either worried that he'd hurt her, or worried she was going to maybe call some mutant police on him. "Look kid, I'm really sorry 'bout that. Y'sure yer okay?"
Sniper-X rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. And I ain't no kid."
The feral man snorted. "Y'sure 'bout that? I dunno how the hell y'got in that bar, but y'ain't over 21." He shook his head. "My name's Logan."
SX raised an eyebrow at him in a cocky way. "What? You want a medal or somethin'?" She was pissed. Not really because he'd hit her before, she realized it was an accident, but because he wouldn't let it go. He wasn't like other people; knock into someone and move on. In a bar atleast, that's what they'd usually do. Not this guy. He really wanted to make sure she was okay, and SX wasn't used to that at all. It unnerved her in a way.
Logan sighed, somewhat frustrated and annoyed. "You got a name kid?"
SX laughed. "Heh, yeah, somewhere." She crossed her arms in an assertive way and glared at Logan. She then reached into her back pocket and pulled out her wallet. SX took out the ID she was currently using and, for some reason, she tossed it to him.
Logan eyed the ID that said the girl was 23. He half-smiled, amused. "Ok then "Zoe", where do ya live? Lemme atleast give ya a ride home. Ya got that cut on yer head cuz o' me, so it's my fault if ya don't get home alright." He tried reasoning with her, although Logan didn't actually think it would work. He was still baffled at the fact that she didn't run away from him because he was a mutant. Was this kid a mutant? Maybe she was...maybe she was some homeless kid that didn't care either way.
"Zoe" sighed, stuffing her hands in her pockets. "Look *Logan*, I'm fine, really. Cross my fucking heart. B'sides, I don't usually talk ta strangers." She turned swiftly and began walking away.
Sniper-X was relieved that Logan wasn't following her. The guy was probably just trying to be nice and all, or something...but she wasn't very trusting. In her kind of business, you couldn't be. Too many people have trusted others, thinking they could confide in them. Next thing you know, they're stabbin' you in the back.
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