"You want to play, you piece of dog shit? Fucking tarty horer!"
Lars dodged a slap from one of the men and then Dee jumped from the bar right onto one of them. It was becoming carnage as people ran away screaming clutching their drinks and ducking when Bjorn grabbed an empty bottle of whiskey and smashed it over the head of another of the glam fuckheads. Ulrik stood up not knowing what to do so grabbed a chair, lifted it up over his head with his strong arms and threw it at one of the bastards. It smashed in his face causing him to reel backwards, screaming and then running to the exit. One down. The guitarist laughing, pleased that one of them had gone.
"Fuck!"
Bjorn liked that Dee had turned the place into a mini mosh pit, oblivious that a certain ginger was making his way towards their position. Lars slapped another of the fuckheads in the face then felt his hair being pulled. No! He kicked viciously and felt his heeled boot connect with one of the bastard's thighs. He flew backwards into the bar, smashing off drinks and collapsing onto a table. What a riot. One left.
"You can do it, Dee! Missy!"
The singer jumped up onto the bar and began pelting the last guy with all the empty glasses people had left on the counter. Absolute carnage.
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on 2021-10-27 07:48 pm (UTC)Lars dodged a slap from one of the men and then Dee jumped from the bar right onto one of them. It was becoming carnage as people ran away screaming clutching their drinks and ducking when Bjorn grabbed an empty bottle of whiskey and smashed it over the head of another of the glam fuckheads. Ulrik stood up not knowing what to do so grabbed a chair, lifted it up over his head with his strong arms and threw it at one of the bastards. It smashed in his face causing him to reel backwards, screaming and then running to the exit. One down. The guitarist laughing, pleased that one of them had gone.
"Fuck!"
Bjorn liked that Dee had turned the place into a mini mosh pit, oblivious that a certain ginger was making his way towards their position. Lars slapped another of the fuckheads in the face then felt his hair being pulled. No! He kicked viciously and felt his heeled boot connect with one of the bastard's thighs. He flew backwards into the bar, smashing off drinks and collapsing onto a table. What a riot. One left.
"You can do it, Dee! Missy!"
The singer jumped up onto the bar and began pelting the last guy with all the empty glasses people had left on the counter. Absolute carnage.