Post by Constance on Nov 14, 2022 16:44:44 GMT -5
“Why don’t you take those sunglasses off when you talk to me, Pissant?” The gruff voice and insult came from a barrel chested pirate. Johannes heard the man’s words but couldn’t see much past the pirates giant curved nose and lightning bolt shaped mustache. “I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to the bartender.” Johannes visibly strained himself while stifling the addition of a curse.
“Yeah? Well you’re talking across me and I don’t like it. Matter of fact I don’t like you, I don’t like the way you’re talking back, and I damn sure don’t like the fact that you’re still wearing those dumb glasses. Take ‘em off, Tiny, or we'll have a problem.” Added barrel chest. Johannes responded by standing up from his stool at the bar. He watched two other gentlemen get up from their seats along with the gruff, barrel chested man. There was no doubt in Johannes’ mind that they were comrades of the ugly, bigger, barrel chested, curved nose, and lightning bolt mustached beast now standing over him. One resembled a rat, while the other a snake. “Relax, Gentlemen-” Johannes suggested. “Gentlemen” said with sarcasm. “I’m taking off. Don’t get up for me.” He pushed the pointy black sunglasses further onto his nose in defiance.
“You don’t get off that easily. Not with us. Not with me. You ain’t going anywhere until you take those damn glasses off.” He pointed a finger in Johannes’ face. It was a decidedly bad move on his part.
Johannes nodded his head. He let a moment of silence hang between them. Those watching the exchange would feel the tension rise. “Who are you?” Johannes asked calmly, hands in his pockets, and staring up at the pirate. The two other pirates with him snickered from the table they occupied. “Tell him who you are, Captain.” One said in a weaselly voice.
“I’m Captain Marc We-” The hog resembling pirate couldn’t finish his introduction before Johannes bit the man’s pointer finger clean off. Johannes spit the end of it into the rat’s beer stein. “Keep your fingers out of my face!” Johannes commanded as the pirate cried out in pain over the absence of his finger. “Matter of fact, get out of mine completely!” Johannes ordered, headbutting the pirate square on the chin, and sending him reeling into his comrades table and into a state of unconsciousness.
“Sorry about that. I’ll pay for the damage.” Johannes said to the bartender as he sat down at the bar for the second time that night.
“We’ll get you for this.” The snake-like pirate threatened. “Grab the Captain’s finger.” The other ordered. “This ain’t over!” They shouted. Johannes let the moment linger again before turning his head. “Oh yeah?!” He yelled. Intimidated, the two pest-like pirates picked their Captain up hurriedly and ran out of the saloon doors.
“Let me get some more booze and some information.” Johannes told the bartender.
“Yeah? Well you’re talking across me and I don’t like it. Matter of fact I don’t like you, I don’t like the way you’re talking back, and I damn sure don’t like the fact that you’re still wearing those dumb glasses. Take ‘em off, Tiny, or we'll have a problem.” Added barrel chest. Johannes responded by standing up from his stool at the bar. He watched two other gentlemen get up from their seats along with the gruff, barrel chested man. There was no doubt in Johannes’ mind that they were comrades of the ugly, bigger, barrel chested, curved nose, and lightning bolt mustached beast now standing over him. One resembled a rat, while the other a snake. “Relax, Gentlemen-” Johannes suggested. “Gentlemen” said with sarcasm. “I’m taking off. Don’t get up for me.” He pushed the pointy black sunglasses further onto his nose in defiance.
“You don’t get off that easily. Not with us. Not with me. You ain’t going anywhere until you take those damn glasses off.” He pointed a finger in Johannes’ face. It was a decidedly bad move on his part.
Johannes nodded his head. He let a moment of silence hang between them. Those watching the exchange would feel the tension rise. “Who are you?” Johannes asked calmly, hands in his pockets, and staring up at the pirate. The two other pirates with him snickered from the table they occupied. “Tell him who you are, Captain.” One said in a weaselly voice.
“I’m Captain Marc We-” The hog resembling pirate couldn’t finish his introduction before Johannes bit the man’s pointer finger clean off. Johannes spit the end of it into the rat’s beer stein. “Keep your fingers out of my face!” Johannes commanded as the pirate cried out in pain over the absence of his finger. “Matter of fact, get out of mine completely!” Johannes ordered, headbutting the pirate square on the chin, and sending him reeling into his comrades table and into a state of unconsciousness.
“Sorry about that. I’ll pay for the damage.” Johannes said to the bartender as he sat down at the bar for the second time that night.
“We’ll get you for this.” The snake-like pirate threatened. “Grab the Captain’s finger.” The other ordered. “This ain’t over!” They shouted. Johannes let the moment linger again before turning his head. “Oh yeah?!” He yelled. Intimidated, the two pest-like pirates picked their Captain up hurriedly and ran out of the saloon doors.
“Let me get some more booze and some information.” Johannes told the bartender.