Well, kind of. This is a good chunk of the introduction to our story here. It kind of begins abruptly but that's because certain details of the beginning have been left out. Anyway, read on and tell us what you think Here it is:
Marcus bumped into what he had to assume was the bouncer as he passed. The man was seated, his tie loosened; he was drinking on the job.
If this is the kind of security they’ve got going here in Asino, I really don’t see how these people are holding up against Alexander…
"Sorry about that," the bouncer said before taking another long drink, shaking his head when he was done.
Marcus didn’t turn back as he walked to the bar. He had no time for guys like that; a small fry in a town full of promising prospects for a good head hunter. Marcus approached the bar, propping his elbows on the expensive counter top.
"What can I getcha suga’?" The blonde bartender asked, reaching down grabbing a glass, then pursing her lips at Marcus. Her dress shirt was half unbuttoned, flaunting both her cleavage and a tattoo of a two encased in a heart. Marcus eyed the tattoo before looking up.
"I want water, and I want to know where your boss is."
"Uh, sir?" The girl asked nervously looking around as she prepared the drink. "What do you mean? My manager...or..."
Marcus took a big gulp of water. "Well, I guess it really doesn’t matter. I’ll have someone’s attention in a few minutes here."
The same bouncer as before stepped up next to Marcus, looking at the bartender. Marcus clenched his fist ready for a confrontation, as the girl looked at him panicked.
"Sorry to be in the way, Two,” said the bouncer. “Just hand me that bottle there and I'll be out of the way."
The man nodded and turned away going back to his seat after he had retrieved his drink. By this time the bartender had pressed the silent alarm. Three men walked in, each wearing loose suits, and each with the tattoo of a club on their body. They were marked as Four, Five and Seven by the tattoos on their arms.
Marcus turned to them with the glass of water in his hand. "Six have something better to do?"
The three moved toward Marcus; the first one to engage grabbed his wrist.
"We think you should probably go," Four sneered.
Marcus jerked his wrist, but the man held on persistently. With one fluid movement, Marcus jerked harder, sending his attacker off balance and stumbling toward Marcus. In the same movement, Marcus thrust his elbow into the man’s neck. Upon impact, Four fell to the ground in a heap, coughing uncontrollably as his body convulsed.
Marcus looked back up at the other two. "Bitches," Marcus said mockingly as he looked at the two with a smirk.
Five and Seven looked at each other, and nodded. Five ducked suddenly and rushed at Marcus, grabbing behind his knees and lifting him into the air as Seven jumped onto a table then leaped at Marcus extending his arm to clothesline him. Five kept a firm hold as Marcus fell back, his head and Seven slamming into and collapsing a table. Five started spinning before throwing Marcus into a wall. The two stood over Marcus, their arms crossed.
"Get the fuck out of our bar," said Five in a commanding tone.
Marcus looked up and started laughing as he slowly returned to his feet.
"Really, that’s all it takes to intimidate people around here? Guess you’ve got your work cut out for you in this case, because I haven’t even begun." Marcus chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head, feeling for an open wound that he thankfully didn’t find.
Five rushed at Marcus again without hesitation. This time, with impressive speed, Marcus met him with a swift knee to his forehead knocking the man out cold.
Marcus looked back at Seven. "Are we going to keep up these shenanigans, or are you gonna get someone who can actually do something?"
The bouncer from earlier stood up and nonchalantly walked in between the two, headed to the bar again. "Sorry guys, one more time...need some ice." He walked to the counter with his glass, the bar girl promptly dropping in several cubes. Seven moved suddenly, reaching his hand into his jacket pocket. Marcus hadn’t seen it coming; he had been focused on the guy that kept interrupting.
Before Seven's hand was out of his jacket, the bouncer grasped his forearm, hard enough for the club to look scared. "Now listen here son, you better pray to your god, that you're reaching in there to pull out a phone or something, cause If you ain't, boy I'll break your goddamn arm here and now. You know the rules here." The young man nodded as a knife fell to the floor, which he promptly kicked away. "That’s more like it."
He then held up his glass to Seven and Marcus. "You all have fun now."
Marcus raised an eyebrow curiously at the increasingly talkative bouncer. "Who the hell are you supposed to be?"
"I'm the guy that just got off work and don't feel like doing anything, so let’s leave it at that."
He sat back down, and poured himself a drink. In the blink of an eye Seven flew past him, crashing into the entrance of the bar and rolling out onto the street.
"Well, that was fast," the bouncer muttered in a disinterested tone. "Two, I reckon you better call in a few more guys, don't think this guy's gonna stop ’til he has someone’s attention."
