Bogart, realized that he had made quite the entrance, as the door crashed onto the floor. Everyone in the bar turned to address their attention to the rather rude intrusion. "HEY! THIS IS A BAR GOD DAMNIT!" yelled the tender, as Seth began to giggle, and walked ahead of the group.
"Yo seth! What up?" questioned Jake, as the conniving brother just waved his hand, and proceeded to close in on a female hawk, sitting comfortably by self. "Let him be, Jake!" ordered Bogart, as he sneered at the on looking populace of the bar.
His eyes locked with the one person who he sought so sorely. "Wolf," whispered Bogart to himself as he approached the infamous pilot, and his company. "So, we have the entire Star Wolf team here I see," remarked Bogart in a somewhat friendly tone, as he whipped his hand, and extended it forward to shake with Wolf.
Wolf turned away with a frown on his face, not bothering to acknowledge Bogart; he was least impressed by the shoddy antics. "Ohhhh BURN!" squealed Jake teasingly, as Terrance put his hand on Bogart's shoulder. "Come on man! Let's get outta' here!" reasoned Terrance, immediately causing Bogart to shove his brother's hand off. "What the fuck?" thought Bogart to himself as he move around the table to face Wolf again. "Hey!" he screamed as he slammed his fist on the table, "I'm tryin' to talk to ya!" he insisted, trying to impose himself. "So you are, took you look enough to come up with that line," mocked Wolf as he arrogantly took a sip from his drink.
Meanwhile, Seth seated himself next to the lady hawk. "My my, never see you hanging out with your brothers," teased the femme bird, as Seth let out a small laugh. "Ah yes, me and my little fucking circus!" he deducted, looking on at his brothers. "How we ever ended up sharing the same parents, defies belief!" he added. "Well, looks like Bogart's not having much luck, is he?" questioned the Hawk, as Seth put his left arm around her. "Yes, he lacks that certain charm," murmured Seth, as he leaned in closer, whispering the word charm into her ear. "Mmmmm, the kind of charm that you seem to have mastered," remarked the Hawk, as a smirk emerged on her face. "You know, Lyla, we could stop playing such feeble games and just cut to the chase," whispered Seth as he sniffed the back of her neck, real slow. "Yes, we could, but," remarked Hawk, as Seth immediately backed off. "But where would be the fun in that, eh?" he finished, letting out another laugh and gazing at the ongoing meeting.
"I told you, I am not interested. Star Wolf, is non-existent now," explained Wolf as he rolled his eyes. "Like is said earlier! The PAY, is GOOD!" argued Bogart, as Terrance stood a couple of feet behind him, his arms folded, with a stern expression forged on his face. "Dude, do you think he'll agree?" questioned Jake, as he leaned his relatively scrawny elbow on his bulky brother's shoulder. "How would I know?" questioned Terrance, as they continued to gaze on. "Well, you have the remaining team here! Ask them! I am through with this shit!" explained Wolf, as turned away once again.
"The team is good! But we need you on this! WE NEED YOU MAN!" argued Bo, hoping to get some kind of a positive response to his pleas. "Is there a problem?" grunted a voice, as the Bartender was now standing behind the three brothers. The man was a gigantic hog to say least, with a massive physique, and a rather imposing presence. "Not really! We're done talking!" responded Wolf, as the Bartender pulled Bogart around. "I'm 'fraid yer gonna' hav' to take yer business elsewhere! CHUM!" he grunted, revealing a massive shot gun; its handle, clenched inside the palm of his other hand.
"WOAH!" Jake squealed as he hopped behind Terrance. Bogart twitched his lips at the sight of the gun. Backing off slowly, he waved for his brothers to back off, as Seth leaned forward on his table, and gazed on in a calm, relaxed manner. "I'll be seeing you!" threatened Bogart, as the bartender laughed it off. "Not if ya' want a six-inch hole replacing yer ugly face!" taunted the husky bore as he loaded the first round into the rifle.
Bogart grit his teeth, before suddenly turning around, and telling his brothers to get out. "You and I aren't done!" he grunted, as they left the bar, with Bogart's pride taking a serious hammering. "Aye! But we have one more slime bag in 'ere!" grunted the bore as he turned to the other side of the bar to aim his rifle in the direction of Seth.
A smirk emerged on Seth's face, as he rose from his chair. "What's the matter, Mr. Pig?" he questioned in a rather fake rendition of a polite tone, slowly walking towards the bartender. "Get the hell outta' here ya' green garbage!" grunted the sturdy bartender, as he aimed the rifle at Seth's face. "Please, don't point that in my direction," remarked Seth, as he walked forth and flicked the nozzle of the gun aside. "THAT'S 'NUFF!" grunted the bore once again, as he jammed the barrel straight into Seth's face. "I warned you," remarked Seth in a some what stern tone, as he summoned what appeared to be lightning reflexes, and lodged the rifle out of the hands of the bore, and into his own.
Soon, the bore found himself staring at the mouth of the barrel, and not looking too happy. "So, tell me, pig boy! Do you have some kind of a racial issue with amphibians?" he questioned, as the bore remained silent. "Oh, gone into silent mode have we? Perhaps this outta' stimulate ya'!" mocked Seth, as he aimed the rifle at a brand new bottle of red wine on the counter, blasting open the bottle, and splattering the expensive beverage all over the counter. "YOU!" grunted the bore, as Seth quickly shifted the aim of the rifle back onto the bartender's face. "Yes?" questioned Seth in a taunting tone, as he turned to look at Wolf and his pack of thugs for a moment. "Heh! You're a waste of time!" he added as he then proceeded to march out of the room. At the door way, Seth took a brief pause as he stopped, "I was talking to you! WOLF!" he added, in a rather loud and stern tone, before disappearing into the streets beyond.