Bar Room Brawl(all combatants MUST be drunk)

[Jedi Alpha]

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[Live Wire]

*absorbs the energy thrown at her*

hmmm and to think I havent even been drinking! lol!!!!!

[Gav Mortis]

*Falls to his knees in agony((*

Owww!!!! My knee!

*Crushes Alphas testicles and Izards breats with the force*

Revenge is a bitch innit?

:evil:

[Director Isard]

*falls from the fan, and lands on LiveWire, who's slammed onto the ground*

*groans*

smfng wrng wif me hed.

[Live Wire]

owww.....*LW glows and electrocutes Isard shooting her back up to the ceeling fan*

[Lady DeVille]

*gets up from the floor, and races into the fray. She falls again, and gets up and tries to walk again...She sees the floor looming up at her and manages to avoid falling just barely. She sees Isard in front of her, and does a bullrun at her, knocking them both to the ground where they wrestle in a bundle of drunk arms and legs*

[Director Isard]

(hmmm....am I up on the ceiling or down on the floor? I think I'd rather be brawling on the floor)

Hmpf! *tries to speak but gets some of DeVille's hair in her mouth just as she's about to curse that woman* Brbl! Lme go! Ack! *bites into DeVille's arm that's wrapped around her head*

[Fewdman]

:: Fewd wanders in, smashed from his last pan galatic gargle blaster. ::
was wiff you peoplesth

[Lady DeVille]

ooc: didn't see youon the ceiling, much better fighting on the floor

ic: OW! *yanks her arm away from Isard's mouth, and backhands her across the face.*

[Fewdman]

:: Fewd stands around laughing, and then a random three fourths empty bottle of Corona whaps him across the back of the head ::
Now looksth what is *BURP* wrong with...
:: Fewd wavers on his feet slightly ::
Yu

[Live Wire]

*see's fuewdman and sends a blast of energy at him frying him to a crisp*

[Fewdman]

OOC: Im stumbling around remember? you are most likely as wasted as i am, so im going to take it that you half way miss (or a tad more than that)
:: Fewd falls off his feet, only brushed by the blast of whatever that was. A moment later, his mind's gears begin to turn and he realizes that he was just attacked. ::
*Hic* Hey, that wasn't *hic* very nice.
:: Fewd begins to shamble his way over ::

[Live Wire]

OOC: actually if you check one of my earlier posts I haven't been drinking. So my aim is fine!

*frys him again*

[Fewdman]

OOC: Then wtf you doing here? Isnt drunkeness a requirement?
:: Zapped, Fewd's body decides for him to fall to the floor. ::
Its not so bad...
:: Fewd begins to sleep, oblivious to the world around him::

[Lady DeVille]

ooc: actually, if youcheck my first post, we were both drinking sorry LW, and i'm off for now, have fun bashing each other!

[No one known]

The stranger reappears and inject's Live Wire with a green narcotic. He throws away the green sryinge and leave's the bar again.

"That should make thing's fair

[Live Wire]

OOC: I need a shirt that say no I am not drunk I am ALWAYS this way! lol.

oh fine be that way! I am glad this doesnt go into the rpg timeline though.

IC: Wheeee!!!!!! look at me!!!! *dances on top of the bar throwing lightening everywhere!*

[Fewdman]

:: Fewd is disturbed from his nap. Coming to with a groan and then a growl, he stumbles quickly (ooc : I MADE A FUNNY LOOK! LOOK! jk) and pulls Live's legs out from under her ::

[Live Wire]

ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!


*falls on fewd and looks up as she is sitting on his head. Glowing she electrocutes him and goes back to dancing about the room*

[Fewdman]

:: Although slightly charred by now, Fewd is FAR too drunk to notice. He smiles and trips Live Wire ::