Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26157988-20150306045943/@comment-26157988-20150307041206

Taking his cue from the music, Basil lifts a bottle from behind the counter and brings it down on the ringleader's head, covering his head in absinthe. The rest of the grunts staggered backwards as the patrons of the club all turn in fear and confusion. Astonished, grubby hands quickly grappling for cleavers, switchknives and guns as panicking legs run for the doors. The men strengthen their resolve and prepare for a brawl.

Basil vaults over the bar counter, retrieving Glass Mikado mid flight. He lands on the stunned thug's body, knee pressind down on his chest keeping him pinned.

"So," he spouts as he cocks back the lever of his Dust Rifle. "Which of you sorry ice cubes is up first?"