Smithy: *ok.. so a giant and a naked woman walk into a bar..*

William Halloran [Dive Bar]: Well, it's not a nice bar. At all, really. But it's got good food, and strong drinks, and the price isn't bad at all. Probably because of the crappy attitude of the clientele, the general condition of the establishment, and the hideous lighting. Gotta love Jersey.

William Halloran [Dive Bar]: He's dressed in his street clothes, once again...NYCW T-Shirt, the huge brown leather jacket, the jeans, and the shit-kickers. His hair's combed back from his face, giving his face full effect. Best to throw on an extra dollop of "intimidating motherfucker" in these parts. He moves along at Smithy's side, heading for a booth in the corner.

Smithy: *well. she's more fully dressed then last time, a dusting of snow caught in her hair, she could likely stab someone's eye out with her nipples. too cold, maddy's bandages stiff and half frozen, at least it kept the blood from trailing down her side. she looks around and cracks her neck. her kinda place. the eyes of the other barflies drift their way and linger on the odd pair, smithy turning odd eyes up to the mangle faced giant before turning to the bartender and croaking* Ale-bitch. Bring me beer! *she launches herself into the corner booth with abandon*

Smithy: *perhaps not the best thing to say to a barkeep that looks like he'd shoot you for not tipping.. but then, he's put offbalance by the nudity and freakishness. Even among roughnecks, you saw few Smithy's*

William Halloran [Dive Bar]: He ignores the look of death from the bartender, and drops into the seat with a chuckle. "Y'got a charmin' way around ya, ain'tcha, Smithy?" Said totally joking, of course, as he grabs a menu.

Smithy: Fuck Charming, I'm a bastion of Nettiquette. *She clunks huge boots up on the table, sliding them away from him after a moments though, she leans back and rubs her breast* fuck me. I need to find the weather mod for this level before i start taking con penalties. *come on circulation, warm up.. she gives an attempt at friction* I'm freezing my slutgear off here.

William Halloran [Dive Bar]: He looks up and blinks, before looking back at his menu. To his credit, the blush is only minor...after spending time with Smithy, you kind of get desensitized, and he's well on his way. "Yeah, looks like. Whatcha wanna eat?"

Smithy: *she presses her breasts hard against herself, squishing them closer to her body for heat, then gives up, a grimey hand snags a menu as the beer arrives. not that she has to look. all she ever eats is * Cheeseburger. fries. yeah. sounds safe.

William Halloran [Dive Bar]: "A'ight." He looks up at the waitress. "Cheeseburger an' fries for her, and a nacho plate and a gin an' tonic for me. Thanks." Once the waitress is gone, he looks back to Smithy. "So there's just us that's awake? This some kinda Matrix shit, or somethin' else?"

Smithy: pff. naw.. well. sorta i guess. cute that they put that little easter egg in though, huh? *she snorts and pours herself some of the bitcher of beer, the glass is less than totally clean., but then again.. so is smithy* I mean.. there are npcs, and then there are fucking programs, and its hard to tell who's some dumb trapped motherfuckering n00b and who's a bot, you know? *she glugs back some beer, wiping her face and leaning across the table slightly* and then there are the fucking rp'ers.

William Halloran [Dive Bar]: "Awright...so what's an RP'er?" He frowns a little. "An' how d'ya tell the difference?"

Smithy: rp'er are fucks that are awake.. but fake like they're not. THey hax the code, but they do it through pre-set macros.. like.. *she thinks a moment, eyes rolling into her head, eerie and white, then she twist her back with a twang and looks at him again, a blink as though just noticing his face.. she takes a loooooong glug of beer, before her head's head cranking sideways* LOL, WTF happened to joor Face N00b?

William Halloran [Dive Bar]: He blinks at the sudden change of topic, and lays back in the booth, eyes hitting the table. "Got smashed in when I was 18. My, uh...someone hit me with a baseball bat. Never healed right."

William Halloran [Dive Bar]: ((lays=leans))

Smithy: Shitty, permagib.. *she leans further over the table, what ooks an awful lot like a minibazooka scraping along the table as she reaches out with a grimey hand to push at the skin of his cheek.. yeah. smithy's all empathy*

William Halloran [Dive Bar]: He almost flinches away, but manages not to. Instead, he just sits there, watching her face as she pokes around at his.

Smithy: *pupils float around in those creepy eyes, like a typewriter, left to right, start over. Once she's satisfied she leans back with a bounce.* Well. Doesn't take you down any hp. better'n the glitch i coded into. *she snorts and grabs up another glass of beer, drinking with sudden determination*

William Halloran [Dive Bar]: He shrugs a little bit, and nods. "Point, I guess." He grins a little bit, only partially feigned, and leans back, taking the gin and tonic when it's brought and takeing a good, strong swallow off it. "So, RP'ers. Thy're 'wake, but act like they're still asleep?"

Smithy: *there's maybe an inch of beer left in her mug when she puts it down, wiping her mouth. whoa. most of a pitcher in under an hour.. that food better get there soon or smithy'd be under the table. a nod, gears in her hair clanking around* yeah. buncha twunts. Its like they're so scared of getting downleveled by the mods that they won't break character or some shit. *she shakes her head, disguisted*

William Halloran [Dive Bar]: "How can y'tell who's one'a them and who ain't?"

Smithy: Its hard. like.. there are two reasons for shit.. right?.. either its a program, like the vampires and the werewolves and shit? or you're haxxing. Problem is.. with fucking Rp'ers acting like they're programs so the god damn mods don't get them.. its hard to Tell. So you goota go by gut. You can scan, But that only shows you the character code, so it gets messy. *she's watching him intently*

William Halloran [Dive Bar]: He frowns a little bit at the vampire and werewolf thing. "Shit. Well...okay. How do ya scan, then? Might be good t'know."

Smithy: *she tongues her teeth, leaning back, eyes narrowing as he frowns. the gunsmith leans far back into her booth and watches the giant*

William Halloran [Dive Bar]: He looks at her, and frowns. "What'd I say?"

Smithy: Nothing. Whatev's pssh. *a hard shrug. more beer is required. immediately. she fills up her glass and downs it quickly, some of it dribbling down her neck and chest messily. she apparenlt cares little. its absorbed by the bandages below anyway. she catches her breath, clanks the mug down heavily and croaks* You hax. you read what kind of code the fucker is.

William Halloran [Dive Bar]: d10: Per+Emp: 2,1,5,9,

William Halloran [Dive Bar]: ((Baah. 'twas a fluke the other day, maybe. *G*)) He nods slowly to that. "Guess I gotta learn how to hax, then. Hmm..."

Smithy: *she nods, food finally arriving.. she throws herself into eating, scowling at nothing in particular*

William Halloran [Dive Bar]: He watches her as he eats, nachos devoured quickly enough. Midway through, he pauses. "I do somethin' t'piss ya off, Smithy?"

Smithy: No, or I'd Have Gibbed joor Ass. *she snaps back as she sops a fry into some ketchup. a frown and a pause. she's eerily still a moment-white eyes flick up to him with an audible CLICK. - then she pours herself another beer, croaking* I play singleplayer. *and beer is being drunk, quickly, eyes getting a little unfocussed as the mugs she's already drank hits her bloodstream*

William Halloran [Dive Bar]: He rubs his cheek a little, frowning and going back to his eating after he finishes his gin and tonic and waves for another one.

Smithy: *she really, was going to need more beer. her food is picked at, before she leans back, one pale grimey hand around the mug. she watches him, head cranked to the side*

William Halloran [Dive Bar]: He finishes up his food, taking the drink from the waitress and leaning back, looking out the nearby window. A sigh, and then he downs the drink. "Fucked-up shit," he mutters.

Smithy: *she continues watching him. clicks occasionally as she blinks. She drains her drink and clanks it down on the table* Back to the base. *its apparent she's including him in that, food half eaten on the table, she goes to hop out of the booth and nearly buckles at the knees, though she keeps on her feet with a sway...* C'mn.

William Halloran [Dive Bar]: He nods a little, getting up after dropping some cash on the table for food. He reaches out to help stabilize her, if she'll let it. "Awright. C'mon, back to base."

Smithy: *She scowls.. * I'm taking dex penalties.. *The barebreasted freakshow grabs his arm in a firm grip, just until she's on her feet solidly, then she staggers out of the seedy dive, having to steady herself every 5 steps or so. its not that far to the bunnyhole*

William Halloran [Dive Bar]: He lets her grab on as tight as she needs, idly considering just picking her up and carrying her. After a few pauses, he shrugs and looks over to her. "Hey...you want a lift back? Help with those, uh, Dex penalties?"

Smithy: *that sends her into minigun laughter* like a man mount?

William Halloran [Dive Bar]: He blinks. "Ummm...I think so?" A shrug of enormous shoulders. "I was just thinkin' pick ya up and carry ya...but whatever works..."

Smithy: I should zones. *she nods, scowling, then grinning, fumbling for her lappy in her coat. yeah.. the drunk gunsmith was going to teleport them 2 blocks.. she hotpotatoes the dented laptop and sends it sliding across the cement, good thing it was nie-indestructable*.. fuxxors.. *she staggers after it*

William Halloran [Dive Bar]: "I'll get it..." He puts his arm around her, helping to stabilize her as he moves to retrieve the laptop. The big man bends over, grabbing the battered thing and picking it up for her.

Smithy: *she shivers, side bleeding that much more now that her blood was thinned by booze. a click as her eyelids flick shut. she stands swaying. she opens white eyes and looks at his arm. scowling and blinking against blurry vision*

William Halloran [Dive Bar]: He straightes up and moves to hand it to her. "Here ya go..." He notes the scowl and pauses, taking his arm back and blushing a little. "Ummm...sorry. Jus' tryin' ta help."

BUNNY HOLE

Smithy: Whatev's c'mon.. *a grunt as she takes the laptop with a yank and staggers towards the bunnyhole, wandering accross the street amidst honking, but she's pretty hard not to see, she's heading into the park. she's pretty silent as she clunks to the bunnyhole, entering in the code to open the hatch..*

William Halloran: He moves alongside her, looking back and forth as he does. Right at her side, ready to catch her if she falls, or stop anyone who thinks attacking them would be a bad idea.

William Halloran: ((good idea, even))

Smithy: d10: dex ath neg three: 3,4,

Smithy: Listen, I don' AAAAAAAHHHG! *and smithy misses the rungs completely and totally, and plummets into her underground home*

William Halloran: ((Wits roll to react, then Dex+Brawl to try and catch her))

William Halloran: d10: Wits neg one: 10,

William Halloran: d10: Dex+Brawl neg one: 2,6,9,7,10,

William Halloran: His hand shoots out, grabbing her and preventing her from said plummeting. "Jesus!"

Smithy: *a moments shock and alarm.. then high minigun laughter* shit... *she goes limp, body shaking as she snorts*.. That was laaaame.

William Halloran: He takes a moment to calm down, holding carefully onto her...not so much as to be anything approaching painful, but enough to keep her from slipping, swaying, or otherwise falling into the hole. "Y'awright?"

Smithy: Oh fuck.. *she's still jerking with laughter, a snort as she nods.* I'm still not down the hole.. *sheloks like she might start up laughing again* so.. much.. dex penalty.. so llama..

William Halloran: He looks at the hole...no way she's making it down on her own...he sighs. "I'm gonna pick ya up, climb down with ya. Y'cool with that?"

Smithy: *she's bleeding on him. a moment's consideration before she scowls, and gives a nod, chewing on a gear from her hair as she mulls with drunken logic*

William Halloran: He nods and hoists her up, as gently as he can, over a shoulder. He begins the slow, careful descent of the ladder. "Watch yer head..."

Smithy: *She snorts, the girl's all hard angles and lump. Her guns are digging into him, points of her chest digging into his back as they descend into the darkness of the bunnyhole. hatch clanging shut above them and plunging them into darkness. her boots clunk around his belt*

William Halloran: From a man who takes barbed-wire wrapped 2X4's to the face, guns and tits poking him are nothing. He climbs down until he finds the ground. "Umm...lights?" That's what he seems to remember her doing.

Smithy: *the dim bulb flickers on, smithy dangling silently*

William Halloran: He moves off the ladder, moving to set her down, a hand still supporting her, in case she's out cold. Hey, it happens. "Y'still with me? Or logged out?"

Smithy: I r teh 1337 haxxor. *she croaks, standing and swaying. she looks up at him and scowls, standing a moment before arguing in a high unpleasant voice* I'n not a cyberkitten N00b! "Roflcopter! All kute bois A/S/L we can cybr LOL?" *Smithy Shakes her head at him* Oreilly ya reilly oh realy? NO way.

Smithy: *her mocking cyberkitty voice is hard on the ears, its actually a releif when she switches back into Smithy-croak, watching him now*

William Halloran: He blinks...none of that registering with him at all. A worried frown splits his face, and he takes a step back. "Huh? Wat'd I do?"

Smithy: *she narrows her eyes, then staggers to the table, stripping off her coat with a 40 lb CLUNK. she just got a whoooole lot lighter. she falls into the table as she tries to take off her boots swearing in .. russian?*

William Halloran: He purses her lips, watching from his spot near the ladder. "Ya want help with yer boots?" he asks, as he starts to dehook the ladder.

Smithy: *she's a little too sloppy to undo all the laces, scowling*... fine. My skin is adhereing

William Halloran: He nods a little once the ladder's taken care of, and moves to her, dropping to one knee and bending over to unlace the boots. He keeps his focus tightly on the boots themselves, eyes venturing nowhere else, as he unlaces on, then the other, before rising back up.

Smithy: Thx. *she's watching him, arms folded over her chest, head cranked to the side. puzzled.. or drunk*

William Halloran: "Ya bet. Just kick 'em off." He moves to go sit in his unused corner of the room, where he tends to sit and smoke while she works on her thing, pulling a cigarette on the way.

Smithy: *she stretches with a series of pops and a metallic clank. the boots are kicked off as she sways and grips the table, before staggering to the mattress and throwing herself on it with a thump and a jiggle. she squints at him* joo awake now?

William Halloran: He looks over, frowning a little as he lights his cigarette. "I believe whatcher sayin', if that's what yer askin'. It's a little hard for me t'get, or was, but I believe it."

Smithy: STFU! Stellar. *she nods from where she lay, a grin cracking her face open. she jerks to fingers to him, motioning him over. not like the woman cares about the smoke.. hell.. she liked smoke.*

William Halloran: His head cocks, and he moves out of his corner, over toward the mattress. He takes a couple drags on the way over, exhaling the smok through his nose, and then finally drops to a crouch next to the mattress, still towering over her. "Yeah?"

Smithy: joo going to rp? *she moves over and rolls onto her side, watching him. smile fading*

William Halloran: He shrugs, taking a drag off the cigarette and passing it over. "No...I ain't gonna run around pretendin' nothin's wrong. M'still gonna wrestle...hell, I figure even if it's all fake, I still love it, y'know? Might as well enjoy that."

Smithy: *she nods, taking the ciggarrette, shutting white eyes as she takes a drag*yeah. makes sense. joo start faking its all real-life though, swear I'll frag you. *she shakes her head in contempt* fucking hate rp'ers.

William Halloran: He nods a little to that. "S'fine." A sigh, and he drops into a sitting position next to the mattress, drawiing a cigarette for himself, letting Smithy have that one. it goes into his mouth and is light, first drag deeply inhaled, and let out with a sigh.

Smithy: *she's watching him. a half scowl on her face, chin in hand, gears clanking as she props herself up. for once she didn't have much to say*

William Halloran: He takes a deep drag, watching her back. Unfortunately for him, her odd eyes beat out his fucked-up face, and eventually he shrugs, looking at her. "S'on yer mind?"

Smithy: *she gives a muzzy blink with a click noise. a drag off the cigarrette before she butts the nub thats left out on her beltbuckle. she snorts with laughter, and looks at him, shaking her head*

Smithy: joo a gib slut? *she cranks her head sideways*

William Halloran: "A gib slut?" He raises an eyebrow. He's figured out that gib is something akin to pain or death or something. "Ya mean do I like pain?"

Smithy: *she nods, it made sense, what with the wrestling and such* joo gladiate. *a shrug* I'm not a gib slut.. I don't fuck around.. I frag from afar. *blinks* BANG. done. *she shoots him with her finger*

William Halloran: He shrugs. "I do the wrestlin' 'cause I love the thrill of popping a crowd, the adrenaline rush. I don't like the pain, naw. Just love the business, y'know? Hearin' the cheers, the boos, all of it."

Smithy: *she nods, tossing the butt aside* makes sense. joor an attention whore. *she grins drunkenly, apparently that was supposed to be a joke. she pushes his thigh with her feet*

Smithy: *this.. coming from smithy. *

William Halloran: He takes that in stride, grinning a little bit. "Yeah, guess y'could say that." He swats lightly at her foot, no force behind it at all. "Though I ain't never gone for the cheap heat."

Smithy: cheap heat? *she frowns. was he calling her something?*

William Halloran: "Ummm...usin' cheep tactics to get heat from the crowd. Like...insultin' someone's hometown for a boo, or praisin' it for a pop...a cheer. Insultin' a crowd in order to draw th' boo. Shit like that."

Smithy: *The mad woman seems to understand.. watching him for awhile. she doesn't say anything for awhile, feet against him smelling like gun leather and honing oil. its not all that.. feminine. she blinks, and starts looking around for a beer* .. .. I'm out of beer?

William Halloran: "'less there's some under that plywood." He shrugs. "Want me t'check?"

Smithy: *she scowls. a shake of her head as she flops back on the mattress.* Loggin out soon anyway. fukkit.

William Halloran: "Awright." He sighs a little bit. "Yeah, thinkin' loggin' out might be a good idea. Gettin' a little tired myself." He looks over at her. "Y'okay?"

Smithy: *she's chewing on something, jaw tight. half pissy loking.. a sloppy nod. the woman was now officially in that clumsy stage of drunk. .. * yeah. Lights! *she croaks loudly, the room goes dark, theres shuffling. *

William Halloran: He waits there, in that sit...he doesn't want, with his heavy ass, to accidentally bump into her or step on anything. He just raises a knee, to start unlacing his boot and get it off, then the other.

Smithy: *the shufflings accompanied with some swearing, something something n00b something something. and then there's just a slight clacking noise*

William Halloran: Both boots off, he frowns a little at the shuffling and clacking. "Smithy? Everything fine?" He takes a drag off his cigarette, little red glow in the darkness.

Smithy: *a grunt to the affirmative. the cracking and uncracking of knuckles, a twang of her back. hands touch the big man's face, making to liberate his smoke for the second time tonight*

William Halloran: He grunts a little himself, and passes over the cigarette. A hand comes up to brush the hair out of his face.

Smithy: *the cherry flares as she takes a drag, then there's a sizzle and the cigarrette's light dissappears. there's some harsh words in russian, least it sounds like russian.. and the hand on Will's face slips to his shoulder, a weight suddenly in his lap as he's half tackled by a gunsmith, who's still muttering*

William Halloran: The sudden leap into his lap quite surprises him, and he jumps a little, body tensing just from the mere suddenness of it. "Ummm...Smithy?"

Smithy: WTF? *its highly sour, scowl carried quite nicely in her voice as she croaks out the letters. that clacking starts up again*

William Halloran: "What?" He frowns, trying to see as best he can in the darkness...not he can. His hands dont move, remaining at his sides. "S'wrong? An' what'sat noise?"

Smithy: *the noise stops abruptly. oh. she'd been chattering her teeth. a frown in the dark as her hands find the man's shirt and attempt to liberate it, or something.* My teeth.

William Halloran: "Yer cold." He should have figured that out. "Ya need a blanket in here. Gonna be a cold-ass winter, after all." He pulls off his jacket, intending to hand it to her and help her get warm.

Smithy: God damnit Will I'm not cold you fucking N00b! Aaugh! *she pushes his shoulders angrily, smelling like beer and smoke and ..well. smithy.. so blood and gun oil and leather. * joor cool, alright? *she scowls, then puts on some bravado* Listen n00b.. I fuck or frag.... *she trails off. you know. that line was so much better if she knew what she was talking about. it seems wrong at the moment... *

William Halloran: He blinks a moment, in the darkness, hands tensing a little at his sides. "Uhhh...okay. I, um..." He takes a breath, and nods a little. "And I'm, uh....assumin' that I ain't on the frag list." A hideous blush, glad for now that the lack of light hides it. "Sorry...ain't never been good at pickin' up on clues like that. Ever, at all." He hesitantly reaches up to the weight in his lap, to put an arm around her waist.