What a night it was, folks! Brian stepped into the Inn, and was simply bored to tears.. At the suggestion of Lenika, he slid around that 'ol bar. Slapped on his patented"The Patrons (Ladies only) Delight, Often immitated, never duplicated" Bar apron, and it was back to the business is slingin' booze to the masses. Brian was having a great time of it, and others seemed to notice. Course it might have been all the patented"Sliiiiiiiding" back and forth he did, the also patented "Behind the back, check the time.. Oh snap this thing doesnt work, I'll be late! Whoops lemme catch this thing, and pour that woman an Ale!" manuever (yeah I know there's a lotta patenting going on, deal with it) . It was indeed one of his better nights, and in truth it was far better than the previous nights he spent, getting bruised and beaten in fights he started to begin with. He needed a night like this, just one to carry him for a bit.. So hellz yeah, it was one of those nights.. Hellz yeah.
So Slingin' he went, gabbing as well. The night went by rather quickly as the patrons came and went. Lenika introduced Brian to a Mister Steele from Star's End, and Brian also got to meet a newcomer named Rachelle, a beer lovin' woman was also in the house, along with the usual crew of Wyheree, Icer, The Vix, and more. Everything seemed to fade away just for a brief moment as he worked the bar. He forgot how easy it was to lose one's self when working in the Inn, with all the people and action, and mixture of controlled and ucontrolled chaos and whatever else the cat dragged in. Speaking of cats draggin' something in..
In walked he and his wife's dear friend Dakota Steel, looking like something the cat dragged in and the kittens said "Hell no we don't want that, take that **** back." Or maybe he looked like Jack and **** ,and Jack left the building leaving ****.. Either way the boy looked bad as hell, and walked even worse. Brian raised a brow, as Kota never said one word to him or Wyheree. Instead he went straight into the Alley from the Inn. Wyheree, nearly immediately followed in concern and slipped out.
Brian worked the bar for a bit more, and heard quite the bit of yelling from outside. Leaving the bar, he slipped out and what he saw was something he could never have imagined of he wanted to. Dakota looked to be charging at Wyheree, the look on his face was something Brian could fathom. Before Kota reached her, Wyheree let loose with one heluva Ice Blast, and caught Kota head on and sent him crashing into a far wall on the opposite side of the alley. Kota landed to the ground on a heap, and looked to have hit his head something fierce. On the ground next to him were bottles, and pills of some kind and Lord knows what else. Brian was in shock, and yelled to Wyheree to try to get her attention. Instead of his attention, Brian found her falling to the ground as well in shock, her throat badly bruised, and Brian could even make out individual finger marks along it.
A quick check on Wyheree, concluded other than the bruises and her mental state she would heal with some assistance, and then moved over to Kota and gave the indian a once over. He looked to be alright, save the blast he took in the chest and the nice gash on his head. Two associated came in the alley and escorted Kota into room 9 for the night, as Brian searched the ground and collected the bottles and pills.
"Effin drugs..."
That's all Brian could say, especially after he overheard Kota and Charlotte's conversation. Brian was far from being sensitive when it came to this. In fact he was pissed enough to begin beating his own friend down , waking him up and doing it again. Brian couldn't stand drug abuse or alcoholics by any means, and made no bones to admit to such.
"It's like he wasn't himself! It's like he was possessed, I do not understand! Why did he hurt me!?"
Brian looked to Wyheree, and moved over to her once more. After a bit of talk, Brian decided to carry her into the inn, and set her on a couch. After a bit of a scene upon their entry, Brian tended to Wy's throat with a salve his sister had given him, and it worked wonders. He cleaned Wy off, and made sure she also had a room for the night in the Inn, that way he could check on her and Kota through the night. After making sure she was alright, Brian made his way upstairs and into room 9, where he found Kota laid out on the bed.
"You really screwed the pooch on this one old friend... Damn it Dil..." Brian sighed a moment, as he looked to the Indian. "Dakota.."
That was the first time in years that Brian thought back to his one time mentor and close friend, Dillon Jones. Kota reminded him so much of Dillon it wasn't funny, both were rough ass kickers and name takers, both had loyalties that knew no bounds, both were hard drinkers to boot, and now it seemed both went a bit crazy when they had too much and were self destructive to boot.
"I swear.. Charlotte doesn't need this stress, hell you don't and Wy didn't deserve what she got either.."
As he gave his friend a quick once over, making sure Wy didn't do anything worse than what he saw. Since the man's shirt was tattered from the Ice Blast, Brian cut it off and then applied some salve to the numerous scrapes and cuts on Kota's chest and gut. Luckily they weren't as bad as they could have been, and would heal easily enough. Once that was done, He checked every pocket on Kota and took every pill and bottle he could find and then made his way to the bathroom, and flushed everything.
That being done, he checked Kota once more and left the room, and went into room 10 and checked on Wyheree. Finding her in an exhausted slumber, he gently checked her throat and watched her a few moments. The look on her face in the allley after the attack stuck in his mind, as he watched her. She was strong, she would bounce back. Still it had to be hard when someone you care about turns on you and to boot attacks you in a blind rage. Be it drug induced or not, it had to be hard to fathom. Then again, Brian had been on both ends of that at one time or another. Wy's words in regards to the Kota acting like he was possessed hit home in a hard way. Brian dismissed it all, and concentrated on his friends.
Charlotte would hopefully understand, why he didn't come home and hopefully wouldn't get so worried. So out of Wy's he went, and back into Kota's and back and forth. The occasional pause, as someone brought him up some coffee, which was graciously accepted. Into the early hours he continued back and forth, until he decided Wy was fine enough and then stayed in Kota's room. Finding a nice corner, Brian sat down and leaned back against the wall and watched and waited. His hatred for drugs aside, Kota was there for Charlotte and in turn Brian would be there for he and Wy, and whatever else would come. That's what friends do.
So Slingin' he went, gabbing as well. The night went by rather quickly as the patrons came and went. Lenika introduced Brian to a Mister Steele from Star's End, and Brian also got to meet a newcomer named Rachelle, a beer lovin' woman was also in the house, along with the usual crew of Wyheree, Icer, The Vix, and more. Everything seemed to fade away just for a brief moment as he worked the bar. He forgot how easy it was to lose one's self when working in the Inn, with all the people and action, and mixture of controlled and ucontrolled chaos and whatever else the cat dragged in. Speaking of cats draggin' something in..
In walked he and his wife's dear friend Dakota Steel, looking like something the cat dragged in and the kittens said "Hell no we don't want that, take that **** back." Or maybe he looked like Jack and **** ,and Jack left the building leaving ****.. Either way the boy looked bad as hell, and walked even worse. Brian raised a brow, as Kota never said one word to him or Wyheree. Instead he went straight into the Alley from the Inn. Wyheree, nearly immediately followed in concern and slipped out.
Brian worked the bar for a bit more, and heard quite the bit of yelling from outside. Leaving the bar, he slipped out and what he saw was something he could never have imagined of he wanted to. Dakota looked to be charging at Wyheree, the look on his face was something Brian could fathom. Before Kota reached her, Wyheree let loose with one heluva Ice Blast, and caught Kota head on and sent him crashing into a far wall on the opposite side of the alley. Kota landed to the ground on a heap, and looked to have hit his head something fierce. On the ground next to him were bottles, and pills of some kind and Lord knows what else. Brian was in shock, and yelled to Wyheree to try to get her attention. Instead of his attention, Brian found her falling to the ground as well in shock, her throat badly bruised, and Brian could even make out individual finger marks along it.
A quick check on Wyheree, concluded other than the bruises and her mental state she would heal with some assistance, and then moved over to Kota and gave the indian a once over. He looked to be alright, save the blast he took in the chest and the nice gash on his head. Two associated came in the alley and escorted Kota into room 9 for the night, as Brian searched the ground and collected the bottles and pills.
"Effin drugs..."
That's all Brian could say, especially after he overheard Kota and Charlotte's conversation. Brian was far from being sensitive when it came to this. In fact he was pissed enough to begin beating his own friend down , waking him up and doing it again. Brian couldn't stand drug abuse or alcoholics by any means, and made no bones to admit to such.
"It's like he wasn't himself! It's like he was possessed, I do not understand! Why did he hurt me!?"
Brian looked to Wyheree, and moved over to her once more. After a bit of talk, Brian decided to carry her into the inn, and set her on a couch. After a bit of a scene upon their entry, Brian tended to Wy's throat with a salve his sister had given him, and it worked wonders. He cleaned Wy off, and made sure she also had a room for the night in the Inn, that way he could check on her and Kota through the night. After making sure she was alright, Brian made his way upstairs and into room 9, where he found Kota laid out on the bed.
"You really screwed the pooch on this one old friend... Damn it Dil..." Brian sighed a moment, as he looked to the Indian. "Dakota.."
That was the first time in years that Brian thought back to his one time mentor and close friend, Dillon Jones. Kota reminded him so much of Dillon it wasn't funny, both were rough ass kickers and name takers, both had loyalties that knew no bounds, both were hard drinkers to boot, and now it seemed both went a bit crazy when they had too much and were self destructive to boot.
"I swear.. Charlotte doesn't need this stress, hell you don't and Wy didn't deserve what she got either.."
As he gave his friend a quick once over, making sure Wy didn't do anything worse than what he saw. Since the man's shirt was tattered from the Ice Blast, Brian cut it off and then applied some salve to the numerous scrapes and cuts on Kota's chest and gut. Luckily they weren't as bad as they could have been, and would heal easily enough. Once that was done, He checked every pocket on Kota and took every pill and bottle he could find and then made his way to the bathroom, and flushed everything.
That being done, he checked Kota once more and left the room, and went into room 10 and checked on Wyheree. Finding her in an exhausted slumber, he gently checked her throat and watched her a few moments. The look on her face in the allley after the attack stuck in his mind, as he watched her. She was strong, she would bounce back. Still it had to be hard when someone you care about turns on you and to boot attacks you in a blind rage. Be it drug induced or not, it had to be hard to fathom. Then again, Brian had been on both ends of that at one time or another. Wy's words in regards to the Kota acting like he was possessed hit home in a hard way. Brian dismissed it all, and concentrated on his friends.
Charlotte would hopefully understand, why he didn't come home and hopefully wouldn't get so worried. So out of Wy's he went, and back into Kota's and back and forth. The occasional pause, as someone brought him up some coffee, which was graciously accepted. Into the early hours he continued back and forth, until he decided Wy was fine enough and then stayed in Kota's room. Finding a nice corner, Brian sat down and leaned back against the wall and watched and waited. His hatred for drugs aside, Kota was there for Charlotte and in turn Brian would be there for he and Wy, and whatever else would come. That's what friends do.