#twohandrevy

@two-hand-revy

John had seen the woman at the bar. He had walked by her a few times to either talk to other patrons, find a bathroom, etc. He had noticed that she smelled of gunpowder and cigarettes. A combination that he was all too familiar with. He had set down a glass of rum and coke next to her. Giving her a nod as he sat two stools down from the woman, not wanting to crowd her. “It’s for you. If you’ll take it. It’s the good strong shit too... I’m friends with the bartender so he hooks me up with whatever I ask for. Ha makes sense too. Probably helped him pay for a decent fraction of his mortgage at this point.” 

I’ll write two for you... because this one is on the funnier side than serious @two-hand-revy

Jamaar stirred awake, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. After sitting up from his bed and starting to truly wake up he began to put together that something was off. He had not woken up in one of the many high class hotels that he had fallen asleep in, but somewhere that was much less ritzy. He reached for his wooden sword that he kept at the foot of the bed, only to realise that it wasn't there. 

“Yer acting weird, what’s wrong with you?” she asked and looked to him chuckling lightly. “Dude are you sick?”

The sun set bathing the beach in a soft pink light.  Bra sat on the edge of a dock wiggling her toes in the surf.  An explosion sends her sprawling into the sand.  Spitting out the gravel she turns towards the firefight.  Several people were pinned down behind an overturned table.  A quick glance told Bra there was four teams against one.  Three men sneaking up the alleyway seven men behind two cars and three men moving up off to the right trying to flank them.  Out numbered and out gunned by the look of the man targeting the bunch with a rocket launcher. 

two-hand-revy

“Oh I dunno, make me mute… blind… use a voodoo doll on me!” she said and flailed her arms. “Augh!”