16408/Bar room Tales

Bar room Tales
Date of Scene:	06 July 2024
Location:	Bar with No Name
Synopsis:	victors Win! harley has to run!
Cast of Characters:	Sabretooth, Harley Quinn

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Sabretooth has posed:
Outside of maybe St Margaret's School for Wayward Girls, the Bar With No Name was one of the best places to network and to potentially look for work. Took a bit of doing to find its current location but someone invariably squealed its location when presented with cash (the easy way) or claws (the hard way). He pulled his bike up outside its current location, then dismounted and strode into the bar. Basic predator psychology - be badass, be up-front, betray no weakness and people would for the most part leave you alone. And those that wouldn't were either not worth the effort or top dogs and due respect.

Victor Creed, also known as Sabreooth, was a top dog.

He entered the bar, sniffing as he looked around. Good. He wouldn't need to kick any ass right upfront and there was a nice-lookin' blonde up at the bar with her nose deep in a pint of something or another. So he claimed some space at the bar, peeled some bills for the barkeep, and in a grizzled voice said "Whiskey. Leave the bottle."

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley Quinn It's hard to miss Harley right now. She's at a Juke box, swaying her hips side to side as she's enjoying some sweet music . Legs sticking out of a trash bin show what happened to the newbie who didn't know who she was!

     She turns around. " AH WAS BOOORRN IN THE USA YEah I was born in THE USA! " She lifts her arms and shakes her head side to side, moving around somehow in her booth. It feels like they don't bother her!

     Though, of course, Harley spots Victor, it's hard to miss a guy his size. " Woah, big boy. not Bane big, but woah " .

Sabretooth has posed:
Victor poured himself a shot of his whiskey and then slammed it back. Another blonde at the jukebox, looking to draw attention. Not a half-bad little slip of a thing - some practical muscle on top of some curves. Nice. "Hey!" Victor called over to Harley. "Why don't you do us all a favor and shut the fuck up?" he said, which caused some of the regulars of the Bar to make some room.

Neither Vic nor Harley were known for their sweet, forgiving natures. Quite the opposite.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley Quinn Blinks and plasters that big bright smile. of course, anybody who knows Harley knows that's a smile she puts on when she's gonna hurt ya! The kinda that drips malic .. " What was that fur ball? "

     Yep Harley has no fear at all. The tiny blond cocks her head towards you, those eye's showing something not quite right with her " And ya might wanna see somebody about a manicure .. " again, that big empty smile.

Sabretooth has posed:
Oh, so this bit of skirt had a big mouth, did she? Suited him fine. She may have thought she was being clever and mean, but all Victor heard was "Please, Sabreooth, hurt me real bad."

So he poured and swallowed another shot of his whiskey then stood up - six and a half feet of practical muscle - and then walked over to the jukebox, getting right up in Harl's personal space.

"I said "Why don't you shut the fuck up?" he said with a certain smile that promised a whole lot of potential violence. For some reason, this girly had a chemical stink about her, on top of the usual woman smells. Didn't mucb metter, really.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley reeks of alot of things.. Sex, violence, chems she was dipped in, and a lot of drugs .. When that huge hunk of a man comes right up into her space and she's looking up at him.. Still, no fear in that eye. If anything, the only thing Sabertooth will see is madness.

     " Oh I see Okie Doki! " Yep, that's when the bartender pushed the button to drop the defensive plate in front of the booze.

     how she bounced up hard to say even for Sabertooth, this girl is FAST she's got her legs wrapped around his head so fast.. she's looking down as she giggles ' SAY AHHH." As she rams something into his mouth.. even as she jerks her body backward.. using the rotation to launch Sabertooth towards the wall.. he doesn't fly nearly as far as she expected, though.. I was surprised by how heavy he was.

     But that joker bomb Acid toxin.. would kill most people who mess with her.

Sabretooth has posed:
Victor chokes as the frail shoves something into his mouth. Fuck, whatever it was, it tasted like ass and ... oh. Oh, fuck. Hallucinogenic. Not good. His body'd handle it, given enough time, but for right now his vision was going in-and-out, his hearing was alternately deafened and surging, and his nose just smelled blood and acid. The claws came all the way out and he swiped blindly at the girly, looking to open the range up. And if he could get his hands on her she was gonna regret life. A lot.

This little skirt could really start to annoy him. Good side is that once his body neutralized the drugs, it'd be quicker to do so if she tried it again.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley Quinn she's a little shocked! Mostly because he took a swipe even as she yanked out her bat; she touched back, feeling her top cut slightly. I'm pretty sure he cut some of her flesh .. yikes those claws were sharp! But his face is steaming but not falling apart.. damnit she hates how powerful some sups are!

     "You cut my outfit bad boy DOWN!" she yells as she swings that bat for his head! Now, Harley isn't superhero-strong, but she's WAY more powerful than a girl her size should be. After all, she swings a 100-pound mallet like it's nothing!

     She launches her good night bat towards his head, with claw marks that bleed lightly from her chest .

Sabretooth has posed:
Victor's still reeling from the Joker toxin so he eats the bat to his head. His head cranks way over but rather than a pulpy mess where his skull should be she can see the fractured skull start to shift back into place. "Nice hit." he said, grinning a grin with a rather alarming amount of fang in it at her. "My turn."

No baseball bat, no weapons, but Victor's right fist was all dense bone and he benched a personal record of ten tons. He wasn't swinging that hard but he was returning what she'd just given him, right to her pretty little nose. Closed fist.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley got arrogant and well wasn't expecting you to just eat the hit and be fine.. she was getting ready to hit you again when WHAM her little head got smacked and her head snaped back!

     The tiny blond when flying backwards over a billard table her bat flying off! .. She lands but quickly pops back up.. she grabs her own nose and CRACKs it back into place as she does a very bloody spit to the side "FLIRT ' . Is her answer!

     She grabs a billard ball and launches it towards you. Before diving towards her table where her gun lays!

Sabretooth has posed:
The toxin's nasty but his body's got its number now, nullifying and denaturing it. He spat to get rid of some of the side-effects, then casually caught the billiard ball. Then he crushed it into powder. Nut-uh, girly. You gotta go through the foreplay before you get to the main event. Rather than dive for the gun himself, he just launched himself forward with a starling amount of speed for a man his size. He was going for her absurd footwear, grab her ankle.

If he made that grab he was going to introduce her stupid face to that jukebox she was so fond of. Swing, batter batter batter.

Swing.

Harley Quinn has posed:
they are both fast. in a sense he's faster cause he's bigger but Harley gives a " HA! Ohhh fuck " As she grabs the gun and feels a huge hand grab her heeled booth and suddenly she's being Yanked towards the jukebox at high speed

     She gives a shot off and her hand gun is monsterously powerful off course when you fire while getting swung your aim is terrble.. she'd hit his arm or shoulder at best! Her body head and body would still smash into and through the jukebox sending sparks and bits flying everywhere shredding out outfit and cutting her ..

     She half lands in the doorway of the washroom.. she can see stars as she grunts.. and tries to drag herself into the room this guy is trouble she needs to run away.

Sabretooth has posed:
Victor glances at the gunshot. It's already closing, the wound stitching itself closed. But she definitely had her heads surrounded by Tweety-Birds. Staggered at the least.

So he stepped forward and raked at her torso, her cleavage leading right down to where the halter was holding everything in place.

Keyword: Was.

His claws went straight through the leather and everything else. Maybe now she'd think twice before assaulting strange men in bars.

"Touch shot, girly. But it's not enough." he said, reaching for her hair and the waistline of those absurd little shorts to lift her effortlessly over his head.

He'd always wanted to do this, and the last chance he'd had was sometime in the 1890s. He took the now half-naked Harlequin and launched her down the bar, tits-down, until she took a header off the far side of the bar.