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brandedjustice

Jazz AU Project

May 05, 2009 12:37

I used to play the piano.Captain Francis Anthony of the Loguetown Police Department frowned and swirled his scotch around in a not-so-pristine glass that had been messily shoved his way by the local bar keep. He growled and removed the white fedora from his cap to set it on the stool beside him. "Thanks," he spat as he swirled twin cigars in the ( Read more... )

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gomumeatking May 5 2009, 17:08:11 UTC

Luffy picked his nose as he entered the bar in search of MEAT. He ignored everyone else and went up to the counter and sat down banging on the flat surface and yelling, "FOOOD! Do you have any fooooood?

brandedjustice May 5 2009, 17:11:23 UTC

Smoker leaned forward and watched the brat jump up and make an ass of himself. He growled, very much loathing the current break in his mental pace. Teeth dug into tobacco and he shoveled more scotch down the back of his throat.

The tender eyed the little one and frowned. "Got food if you've got green kid. We have burgers in the back - hope that works."

gomumeatking May 5 2009, 17:22:21 UTC

Luffy pressed his fingers against his forehead in thought before beaming and digging random bills out of his pockets, "Nami gave me money!! MEEEEEAT miser, I want lots and lots of meat!"

He turned and waved hello at the guy next to him before focusing on the all important FOOD.

brandedjustice May 5 2009, 17:25:56 UTC

The bar keep smiled. "Right - yo, Leo, get this boy the best we got, he's bringing in bills!" The man shouted and the door down a ways snapped open. "Got it-!" A stout fellow in a stained chef's uniform nodded and disappeared again.

"He up to code?" Smoker asked, voice grim. The tender frowned. "Don't give me shit, Captain. I'm giving you a deal tonight." To this, the Police Captain grinned around his tobacco. "Yeah."

Then, the boy was flailing and Smoker's attention was taken again. "So - what kind of boy your age has that kind of money floating around, huh?" His tone was grave.

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Say hello to Deimos Pace, the little snot. :| shitgoesplode May 5 2009, 17:12:49 UTC

The door opened and in walked a young man. Dressed in a slightly rumpled suit with lipstick on the collar and a cocky smile on his face he simply strutted towards the bar before taking a seat. His eyes, his expression, his body language... all of it simply screamed "I am going to piss you off and love every minute of it.

A motion to the bar keep and the smile turned to a smirk. "Well, will you look who's here!" His voice was loud and tinged with a slight accent. "If it isn't the police Captain. You're a bit famous." The young man's eyes turned sharp as he looked at Smoker out of the corner of his eye. "Or should that be infamous?"

brandedjustice May 5 2009, 17:16:11 UTC

Trouble never did come at once; it come in pairs, threes and in multiples Smoker did not appreciate. The noise sliced his mental keep to ribbons and he merely reached over with his logia and brought the bottle at his side. "Your point being? Here to make a seen, skip?"

Unamused blue eyes rolled, watched the tramp of a man, then focused back on the scotch. More was tipped into the glass before him. "'Tender, ice."

And the tender moved and placed an ice bucket before him. "Looks like you've got trouble nipping at your heels already, 'Tone."

Smoker spat around his cigars. "Don't fuck with me right now, you hear?"

shitgoesplode May 5 2009, 17:23:06 UTC

Dei laughed a bit and gave Smoker a lewd look. "If I wanted someone to fuck with I'd go back home to my girl."

The man leaned back and put one ankle on his knee. "I'm not one for makin' scenes, at least not tonight. Tonight, I want a drink." And there was that sideways look again and a smirk twisted at Dei's lips again. "An' maybe a little entertainment. You think you can handle the heat, Captain?"

brandedjustice May 5 2009, 17:29:24 UTC

"I wasn't talk to you, punk." Smoker took from his whiskey and slammed the glass down, enough to startle the bar keep just a bit. "Get out of my conversations or I'll do myself a favor and do it for you."

He turned then, eyes kindled with a sort of malice saved for the most angry of men. "I'm not here to entertain a whore like you and neither are the patrons here. Take your cocky bullshit out to someone who gives two shits about your damn existence, boy. I ain't your father and I ain't going to give you any attention you missed because he skipped town because couldn't handle the shit stain that came out of your mother."

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