Post by gnarfflinger on Jun 11, 2008 0:49:12 GMT -4
He should have known better than to expect a quiet beer in a sports bar near the home of one of the teams in the NBA final--especially on Game night. But his Hotel room didn't get the Blue Jays-Mariners game, and he wanted to get out anyway. Devin Bozz told him when the first show would be, but not his opponent would is. In the mean time, the Butcher was free to do what he wanted--as long as he kept out of trouble...
The bar was packed, but he did find a table. Every set was on the basketball game. The loud boisterous fans were becoming more inebriated, and more annoying. The waitress returned with his beer and wings.
Waitress: Here you go. That will be $12.25.
Gnarfflinger hands her a 10 and a 5.
GtB: Why is it that you Americans make all your money the same colour?
Waitress: What colour would you make it?
GtB: Back home, the fives are blue, the tens are purple, the twenties are green, fifties are pink and the hundreds brown.
Waitress: like in Monoply?
GtB: Do people make that mistakes in getting the wrong bill in Monopoly?
Waitress: You have a point.
The Butcher shakes his head as he sits down to the fresh pint and the order of wings. AS he prepares to eat the first wing, a Celtics fan falls onto the table, , knocking the wings and beer into Gnarfflinger's lap.
GtB: Fuck me! I come to see if I can catch a Baseball game on the TV, but no, Every fucking set is tuned to the Basketball game. I mean, couldn't you just put one TV in a corner on the game?
Drunken Laker's fan: And what's with you? You ain't wearing the colours!
GtB: I'll have you know that this hat bears the Logo of the Toronto Maple Leafs...
DLF: But this is LA. Nobody cares about Hockey here...
GtB: You mean that Gary Betman is wrong?
DLF: Who the fuck is Gary Betman? Anyway, if you ain't wearing the colours, then you don't belong here...
The Butcher removes his cap, jacket and shades, stares this drunk in the eyes and growls...
GtB: You really don't know who I am, do you?
Other laker's fans recognize the Butcher and clear away from the scene.
DLF: You just some punk that needs to get drummed...
The drunken laker's fan takes a swing at the Butcher, who immediately flips him across a table. The Butcher rolls through with the momentum and when they come to a rest, he has a triangle choke locked in. The fan quickly blacks out and the Butcher releases the hold. Gnarfflinger then orders another beer and another order of wings and returns to his seat. Before his beer arrives, the police arrive and ask him to come with them.
GtB: So much for staying out of trouble...
EoT. I may continue this in a Jail thread, but that's for tomorrow night...
The bar was packed, but he did find a table. Every set was on the basketball game. The loud boisterous fans were becoming more inebriated, and more annoying. The waitress returned with his beer and wings.
Waitress: Here you go. That will be $12.25.
Gnarfflinger hands her a 10 and a 5.
GtB: Why is it that you Americans make all your money the same colour?
Waitress: What colour would you make it?
GtB: Back home, the fives are blue, the tens are purple, the twenties are green, fifties are pink and the hundreds brown.
Waitress: like in Monoply?
GtB: Do people make that mistakes in getting the wrong bill in Monopoly?
Waitress: You have a point.
The Butcher shakes his head as he sits down to the fresh pint and the order of wings. AS he prepares to eat the first wing, a Celtics fan falls onto the table, , knocking the wings and beer into Gnarfflinger's lap.
GtB: Fuck me! I come to see if I can catch a Baseball game on the TV, but no, Every fucking set is tuned to the Basketball game. I mean, couldn't you just put one TV in a corner on the game?
Drunken Laker's fan: And what's with you? You ain't wearing the colours!
GtB: I'll have you know that this hat bears the Logo of the Toronto Maple Leafs...
DLF: But this is LA. Nobody cares about Hockey here...
GtB: You mean that Gary Betman is wrong?
DLF: Who the fuck is Gary Betman? Anyway, if you ain't wearing the colours, then you don't belong here...
The Butcher removes his cap, jacket and shades, stares this drunk in the eyes and growls...
GtB: You really don't know who I am, do you?
Other laker's fans recognize the Butcher and clear away from the scene.
DLF: You just some punk that needs to get drummed...
The drunken laker's fan takes a swing at the Butcher, who immediately flips him across a table. The Butcher rolls through with the momentum and when they come to a rest, he has a triangle choke locked in. The fan quickly blacks out and the Butcher releases the hold. Gnarfflinger then orders another beer and another order of wings and returns to his seat. Before his beer arrives, the police arrive and ask him to come with them.
GtB: So much for staying out of trouble...
EoT. I may continue this in a Jail thread, but that's for tomorrow night...
Karma to you 
