<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg445524#msg445524">Quote from: Swedish Steel on 10-10-2007, 16:23:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Back at the bar, Pretty Boy and Beowulf was having a grand time.<br/>"This is so cool," Beowulf grinned as his fist connected with the face of a large rocker, "kicking ass to get information, I feel like Walker Texas Ranger."<br/>"Please," Pretty Boy snorted, "that show is so damn stupid. Any cop who had acted like that would have lost his badge. Heard of excessive force, stupid?" Pretty Boy kicked another rocker in his crotch, putting him out of the fight. Beowulf growled.<br/>"You better not be dissing Chuck, asshole." He elbowed a man sneaking up on him right on his nose.<br/>"Why not?" Pretty Boy continued. "He looks so damn silly and everything. Like if you shaved a monkey and then painted a beard on his face. He pretty much acts like a monkey, so maybe I'm on to something."<br/>"I'm warning you..." Pretty Boy ignored his friend's warning and kept talking, even as he threw a man onto a table, making it colapse with a loud crash.<br/>"And that book of his? That must be the most stupid thing ever written. You know how they say that a thousand monkeys with typewriters and infinite amount of time sooner or later would write the complete works of Shakespear? Chuck Norris book...I'd say one monkey, half an hour."<br/>"Right, that does it!" Beowulf roared, throwing himself at his startled friend. The men around them watched in stunned silence as the two former allies grappled eachother.<br/>"You take that back!" Beowulf roared in Pretty Boy's face.<br/>"Never!" was his reply.<br/>Who would've won their fight they'd never know, since they both crashed through a window, falling five stories down to the ground, leaving the Hound alone in the bar, surrounded by a mob of angry rockers.<br/>"Oh, that's just great," he mumbled in anger as the large, black clad men closed in on him.<br/><br/>Devo was quicker than she'd thought, Gina had to run like hell to keep up with him. He was already on his way down a winding set of stairs, running like every demon in hell was on his tail.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>One of the good things about being short, Gina was reflected... she'd had a lot of practice trying to keep up with people who were taller than she was - and she had the advantage of not being drunk. So as she dashed after Devo down the stairs, she was able to take a loose grip of the railing to steady herself as she skipped over three and for at a time. She didn't bother yelling for him to wait - it would do no good, and she wouldn't be able to ask him any of the things she wanted to with the ruckus behind them.<br/><br/>Inside she was cursing, though - if it weren't for the importance of talking to this stupid musician boyfriend, she would have had the chance to have a great chat with those bastard in the bar. Or maybe let them have a chat with her gun.