Archibald Whiply had long over-stayed his welcome. Pulling his partner, Tobias Kipling, aside, he asked for a light; code for "Get the fuck out before we get milk carton portraits." Archie knew that hospitality could be stretched to a paper thin sticky film, but he wasn't about to hop around on it. Tobias Decided otherwise. Unholstering his sidearm, Toby let loose with a hornet's nest of bullets. The mugs by the door pulled heat from their jackets and made to put perferations in Toby's face. In an effort to prevent such attention, he dove behind the bar, pulling a witless Archibald behind him. Known for his loose cannon, Archibald had been concerned about Tobias' self control. Now behind the bar, unarmed, and relatively certain of his impending doom, Archie tipped back a bottle of whiskey and began pretending to catch bullets with a pair of chopsticks. Tobias knew that alone, he had no means of escape from the dirty Irish bar he was in, and old Arch had obviously lost it. Sighting an oxygen tank conveniently placed behind the thugs currently shooting his direction, he fired his last bullet. Meanwhile, Archie had wandered over to the Jukebox, demanding Tina Turner be given her due notice. He was taken by surprise when Tobias pulled him through the pub's doors mere moments before a loud, hot noise pushed past them down the street...
Archibald Whiply had long over-stayed his welcome. Pulling his partner, Tobias Kipling, aside, he asked for a light; code for "Get the fuck out before we get milk carton portraits."
ReplyDeleteArchie knew that hospitality could be stretched to a paper thin sticky film, but he wasn't about to hop around on it. Tobias Decided otherwise. Unholstering his sidearm, Toby let loose with a hornet's nest of bullets. The mugs by the door pulled heat from their jackets and made to put perferations in Toby's face. In an effort to prevent such attention, he dove behind the bar, pulling a witless Archibald behind him. Known for his loose cannon, Archibald had been concerned about Tobias' self control. Now behind the bar, unarmed, and relatively certain of his impending doom, Archie tipped back a bottle of whiskey and began pretending to catch bullets with a pair of chopsticks. Tobias knew that alone, he had no means of escape from the dirty Irish bar he was in, and old Arch had obviously lost it. Sighting an oxygen tank conveniently placed behind the thugs currently shooting his direction, he fired his last bullet. Meanwhile, Archie had wandered over to the Jukebox, demanding Tina Turner be given her due notice. He was taken by surprise when Tobias pulled him through the pub's doors mere moments before a loud, hot noise pushed past them down the street...