2021-05-05 - Bar House Brawl

Fern didn't drink. She used to drink. In fact, she was a regular at the Pourhouse every single night for three years. It's been two years since her last drop of alcohol and she intends to keep the streak going. Tonight she was here to do some people watching for HOPE. And maybe strike up some conversations with old drinking buddies. She's claimed a seat at table with a ginger ale and a basket of french fries. Her hair is left down, just past her shoulders and she's wearing a pair of dark bell bottom jeans with a rainbow crop top. Her outfit definitely looked like she stepped right out of the 70s but she didn't seem to mind that one bit.

Vic Grey is here, sitting alone in a booth and eating a meal with her beer. The bartender (cough) is in jeans, tactical boots, and a faded Aerosmith concert tee under an unbuttoned blue plaid shirt. Her hair is in a braid, so she might be working later, whether at TiBS or somewhere she can't discuss. She keeps an eye on the front door, like she may be expecting someone. Like one of her bosses.

Almost had to pull a straight 20 hour shift again due to call outs. But at the fourteen hour mark.. someone did finally show up and allowed Devlin to leave. Freshly showered and a little frustrated, he strolls through the door looking his normal casual self. As Devlin walks towards the bar, he greets a few faces that he recognizes. "Evening Vic.. Hey there Hank, they let me out early.." Hank just gives him an upnod and replies, "Good"

August is relaxing at the bar; looks like he's having a mocktail of some sort rather than anything high octane, along with some of the Pourhouse's finest dive bar munchies. He's reading from his phone, occasionally making an amused face and swiping a response. He glances up when he sees Devlin, tips his chin up in a wordless hello.

Joey wades in looking like someone owes him some goddamn money. A sharp green glare scans the room as he drops his keys in his pocket. He's in athletic shorts and that tank top that is stretched on his frame with the slightly faded logo of the local high school. yeah, the whistle's still around his neck. In behind the 5'10" man made of packed meat is the taller, ganglier mechanic behind. In spite of the demeanor there seems to be an absence of someone perhaps that helps assuage whatever beef he may have had. He upnods. "Vic. Roen." Yeah. Totally fucking eloquent. He stops and looks past Fern (possibly a good thing here) and to Devlin. There's a pause and a nod. Ceremony over he drops to a sit at the bar a few seats down from August.

Itzhak swags in behind Joey, looking like trouble stacked over six feet high--though not nearly so thick as Joey. Dem muscles. "Don't let it get to ya, yeah?" is his extremely helpful advice to Boss Coach as they come in. As the two of them pull up to the bar, he reaches one dang long arm out and wraps it around August's shoulders in a one-sided jostling hug.

"Hey you." August leans into the hug, half-returning it. He eyes Joey's outfit, whistle included. Tucking his phone into a pocket, he asks, "Hey Kelly. Was there a game? Or just practice." Look, he doesn't have kids in high school, and has by the grace of God forgotten much of his own high school years. He has no idea what the schedule is around here.

Vic throws Devlin a nod between mouthfuls of food. Then in walks the boss and the mechanic. "Coach," she greets, "Rosencrantz." Those who know what these three really do might be sweating for Leon and Maggi. But, it's just a place they like to drink.

Jens is sitting in his usual place in the back. He likes to get in early when he comes to the Pourhouse because he likes this table. He's got a mid-sized drawing pad and a pencil and is mostly just observing people an-- scrrrrrrrraaaaatch --his pencil draws a wild line when the door gets kicked in and he blinks. "What the fuck?"

Fern made note of those who were present, though dark doe eyes flicking upward to Joey when he stopped by her. Then towards the person he was looking at. Roen. She made another mental note of something or other for later. She pops another fry into her mouth and leaned against the table. She didn't have any kind of mental powers but it didn't take a mentalists to catch on the familiar vibe the handful of them had. She may or may not have given a wink to the men who looked at her.

But most interesting to her was the dark haired man with the strange smile. He looked like he had a story. That is until the door gets kicked in. Fern half turned in her chair to stare at the group. "That's extremely rude and disrupting." She says with a completely straight face.

This isn't her usual hang by a long shot but Cassidy has in fact been here before. She doesn't particularly seem too shy about being here either, but she clearly hasnt come for a good time. Rather, she seems to be looking for someone. The door being kicked in makes her jump briefly but ultimately it's for little more payoff than an annoyed huff and roll of her eyes as she turns her attention back to scanning the crowd.

Devlin in route to the bar, "Hey there August.. another long day and an escape for me. Hi Joey," perhaps ingoring the strange vibe then again, may be strange vibes are a norm for Devlin. At the bar, once a bartender is available, "Boston Lager if you have it tonight. Bottle or from the tap."

Vic's cold blue eyes slant towards the door as it's kicked open, then narrow dangerously at the men who enter. She takes a deep swig from her beer, draining it, because hey, she might need to break it over a head, and there is no sense in wasting a brew. She daintily dabs her lips with a paper napkin and sprawls out in her booth, coiling internally like a snake preparing to strike. She exchanges a look with Joey and Itzhak. She's got their backs if something goes down.

Who sneers nowadays? Itzhak does. He whips around as the door's kicked open, lip already curling into a sneer that at least a few people here will be familiar with. That curl heralds problems. He's gone from swanning-around-life-of-the-party Rosencrantz to will-mess-you-up-for-looking-at-his-car-wrong Rosencrantz in a blink. "Youse mamzers better fukkin' behave yaselves," he warns the guys. Which, as the head asshole shouts to the other guy, seems increasingly unlikely. Itzhak positions himself between August and the group of mamzers in a graceful sidestep.

Joey sits and murmurs to the bartender "Sup, Dev. Chels, Rogue Brown? Thanks." Into the Stouts still. There's a calm patience to the coach that seems to hear Itzhak's advice and tries to employ it answering the Architect du Agriculture, "Game. Won. Marginally. I'm about two minutes from taking that other ..." he looks to Itzhak, "Whazzat? Far-schtupin coach's nuts from him and mailin' em back to em one at a time to his mama and tell her she dropped em outta her purse. Gonna get his ass into trouble. Talk about my kids like that. Fuuuck him." And that steely look on the Irishman suggests he might sleep as a baby too. There's a sigh though and he admits with some pride, "They did good though. Really pulled their shit together."

He gets his beer and tips it back to drink. Many may jump. Joey freezes. The bottle slowly lowers and is set very gently on the bartop. Fingers squeeze slowly into fists as his forearms brace against the edge of the counter and he speaks slowly, and distinctly withthe displeasure hanging in ever syllable. "Someone...find out... why theese assholes...are disrespecting Mr. & Mrs. Gyre's fine establishment... Someone explain to me...who has the the brass to walk in here ... in such a manner." His jaw is tight. This is their warning before he, himself may get involved. He's waiting though and has some damn fine people for this sort of thing. "Because I'd really like to have a very nice apology paid to them for the disrespect to their door here."

"Ah. Went like that then," August says. He nods in sympathy. As the stakes go down, the nastiness factor goes up. He raises his mocktail to Devlin in a toast. "You made it through. Time to relax."

Oh, if only. He swivels around on his barstool, frowning at the sound of a door being kicked in. And, wow, was it ever kicked in. He sighs for Davis' attempt to be a decent person, maybe also for how here he had been having a quiet meal and now, there's problems. Mundane ones, but still.

"Easy," he says to Itzhak.

Jens flips his drawing notebook closed and frowns. People kicking doors, yelling other people's names. It's all a bit chaotic, but that doesn't mean anything to Jens. His entire life is pure chaos most of the time. He sits there, picking up his beer and taking a long drink.

Hard not to hear the outbursts along with other activity and yet, Devlin is still clearly very calm. As he gets his beer he over pays for it, "Thanks, keep the change. Sounds like it's going to be one of those nights. Hope you stocked the first aide kit with the extra stuff as we suggested." He takes a breath, "Going to enjoy a couple swigs at least." His hand shifts the grip on the mug once he takes that first swig. " He calmly states in that infamous NCO command tone that carries as noises start to quiet down to a possible calm before the storm. "Had a long day, GentleMEN. If your planning on entertainment, please take it OUT SIDE... Thank you."

Vic tracks the men, and Vince Bauer's sketchy behavior as well before doing a double take at Bauer. He looks familiar, in a way that gets her hackles up with the need to make sure these asshats don't do him harm. She sloooowly, casually, slides out of the booth and stretches a bit, cracking her neck one way, then the other. Pop pop pop pop.

Cassidy had stopped a few moments ago her searching. Now, she's found her way to a place to hover out of the way. A nice little vantage point abit near a wall. She looks in 'Vince's' direction at the booth and is for a moment confused until her concentration is broken by Devlin's voice. Her head snaps to the paramedic and she presses her lips together in a silent frustration. If she could melt into this wall she would. It's all too clear the direction this is heading.

Itzhak blinks at Joey's, uhm, unique Yiddish construction. He can't help but snort a laugh. "...farschtupping. That's genius," he mutters. He's eyeing the guy in the booth. Why does he seem familiar? "I'm easy, I'm easy as pie, baby," he tells August in an undertone, but he's lying. He's ready to start some shit.

Fern ate another fry as she looked towards the one called Vince. Vance? Whatever they'd said. It was sleepy smile guy and he didn't seem too thrilled to be called out by the group. Her posture shifts a little. She wasn't a fighter really, but she was definitely more than okay using her powers if need be. Though she did sort of want to see how the initial bout of things played out.

August watches a whole line of people step up to Handle Things. As much as he's not a fan of fights breaking out where he can see them (and thus need to go quietly be sick in a corner), and as much as he'd rather Itzhak not get tangled up in one, at least this is a group of people well equipped to handle one.

He watches the ringleader of this motley crew for a time, frowning like he's trying to sort something out. "He looks familiar," he says to Itzhak, voice low. When said ring leader calls out to 'Vince', August (like literally everyone else in the bar) turns to look, and pauses. "...so does he, actually..."

Joey isn't looking. He's waiting. Looking up to Chelsea he points with two fingers to Devlin, and then jabs the them with decision into the bar. "His beer's on my tab tonight." The crime boss doesn't say why, but 'Coach' has his reasons. He murmurs to Itzhak with amused agreement, "Damn right." It's then Joey turns around and his eyes widen, "Mooooother fucker. You're the asshole who tried to drown me." Yeha. Player 2 has entered the game. His head tilts towards Vic and his hand gestures 'with'.

"Tommy, why don't you go outside like our pal here said, and keep walking. This ain't your bar. You can walk your ass back on up to Bay street and park it." The bellicose boxer is now standing. "That guy doodlin there, these nice gals, that skinny bitch," sorry Vince, "and this old dude" we love you August, really "don't need to deal with whatever crawled up your ass and died. This is your one invitation to go...before I curb you for hurtin Nicole." It's going to be like that. He points to Vince "He aint' goin fuckin nowhere wit'chu."

As if to illustrate Joey's words, Vic circles around to put herself between 'Tommy' and 'Vince'. He'll need to go through her to get to the slinky fellow. Which might not seem like a big deal. She's a gal, right? And blonde? Surely she can't fight. Snicker.

Jens has put his beer down and chewed up a little bit of a paper napkin. He sticks it inside a hollowed out BIC pen and then sends the spitball flying at the tough guy giving his little group of bully's order. It smacks him right in the cheek. "If you drag him outside, you better believe I'm coming after you to make it a fair fight." He lifts his hands and pulls his long, thick head of hair back and ties it off with a pink scrunchy he stole from Ash.

"He kinda looks like Alexander," Itzhak murmurs back to August, frowning. But then, oh then Joey says that about the ringleader being the asshole who tried to drown him, who hurt Nicole. That's when Itzhak loses all desire for de-escalation. He grins like a hungry snake when Jens's spitball so expertly finds its mark. "Nnnnnice. You want worse than that? Step right the fuck up." Long fingers, inked with the word DOWN, beckon.

Once saliva starts sailing in Big Bad Guys' faces, there's only so many possible outcomes. None of them good. So Cassidy - as unnoticed as she has thus far gone - pulls out her phone. Sends a text. Then starts a surreptitious video recording, seeming to just hold her phone over her purse as she stands against the wall.

Devlin finally turns with mug in hand. Nothing said for the moment as he rises and just calmly walks towards a point of interception between the pair of goons and Vince. Those close to him might catch his humming something. Anyone that has sung cadence would know it is an oldie but a goodie... Mother Russia better beware... And anyone that knows Martial Arts may note the subtle shift of his stance, a man ready for hell to break loose.

August finishes off his drink, nods at Joey in agreement. It's true, he is too old for this sort of thing. But hey, it's escalating. Oh, is it ever escalating. He keeps to his seat for the moment, tense. He's no good hitting anyone, but there's plenty else he can do.

Fern has quietly been doing...something. Maybe she's only eating her fries but anyone paying attention would see some subtle, strange movements her fingers were making. And when, not the leader, but one of his lackeys, tried to move? He was probably going to go sprawling. Someone tied his laces together! So weird. But also...Fern felt weird. Her brow furrowed ever so slightly in thought. Taking a closer look at the group of guys.

Right as the tension builds to a fever pitch, Cassidy high-pitch-eeps! herself down and behind a table. The top of her blond head can still be seen as she peeks eyes over to watch all hell break loose. Still recording.

Poor Walton. First the tied shoelaces and then a rather hefty shove against the wall as a patron shoves him and Fern almost casually gives an assist by Physically grasping the back on Walton's shirt and helping to slam him against the wall of the building. The patron that shoved him no doubt either looks confused or thinks he's super name.

Fern eats another fry and skims the brawl for her next target.

Jens's chair swinging skills are legendary. He just drags it out from under the table as David comes at him and swings it overhead, bringing it down on a poor David who only manages to lift his hands high enough that the chair doesn't cause any permanent brain damage.

Probably.

Maybe.

Hopefully.

Ah, who cares?

Jens turns his sights to Jimmy, shaking his chair and losing two of its legs in the process.

Vic focuses with a grin that flashes her teeth, and draws on her Glimmer to shield herself as she drops into a defensive stance between the goons and 'Vince'. A hand tucks into her back pocket and fingers slide into a set of brass knuckles. And then one of the goons, Paul, punches her, an INNOCENT WOMAN (!) right in the chest! Did you get that recorded, Cassidy!? Then she prepares to introduce Paul to her right hook.

Devlin looks like he'd going to use the mug to block. It's enough that Thad's punch is thrown off by what Devlin does. Though, Devlin's snap kick just grazes off of Thad's calf as the pair dance between the tables. It's Beer.. and Devlin paid for it, and as they dance.. he takes a swig with a shrug, "Knife.. " he sighs, "If you insist.." as the mug is swiftly set on a table that is still up.

Joey is standing there not giving up ground. his hand drops in his pocket and... we won't openly say the chief of fucking Police gave him brass knuckles for his birthday, but that mighta happened in a very off the book fashion. Cliff goes and makes the very grave mistake of stepping up into Joey's control zone. Dont' step up into a boxer's control zone. The fist coming at his head is, to CLifff's respect, pretty damn fast. it's also telegraphed and sloppy. Joey steps clean past, head out of the way, and that heavy left hook of his covered in brass hits the guy's chest with a crunch pitching him forward in a Lurch. Arm out and standing in the clear in the clear for Itzhak's to lay out flat. The guy just spins like a fucking pinwheel around Joey's arm.

Joey lets him fall to the floor. One shoe steps on him while he wades through the chaos to Manny there targeting his dude. Itzhak's revving up, this guy can wait his fucking turn while Joey tries to clean up neatly as possible. "I swear to christ if my tots get cold..."

Itzhak lets Joey take the first hit on Clifff. When the dude doubles over, Itzhak's knee is mysteriously there to catch him in the jaw. CRAK! Ooooh that looks like it hoit! But Jerry, the sunnuvabitch, pops Itzhak one at the same time and makes him stagger. Itzhak hisses, "Tsen shifn mit gold zol er farmorgn, un dos gantse gelt zol er farkrenkn!", a long and involved Yiddish curse, while the silent-unheard-roar of his Song billows into being around him to shield him. He's got a nice split over one cheekbone that's bleeding freely as he turns a look of pure fury on Jerry. Jerry is in fucking trouble.

August keeps back, pulls up a shield around himself. He startles as Fern uses her Glimmer, looks around. "What was--" Oh, way too late. His ears pop; the left one rings with tinnitus, making him duck his head and turn away. "Shit. Stop--stop using it. Something's wrong." But now there's chairs and fists flying as well as Glimmer, and all he can do is be on the lookout for the inevitable.

Fern gets a solid blow to Paul - maybe she even helped Vic's action or someone else going after the man. She liked to make it at least look outwardly inconspicuous. Though around this time is when she hears August's words to stop using it. Her attention turns towards him (and likely Vance. Vince. One day She'll remember the dudes name). "What's wrong?" Though she had to admit it was a little weird. Recalling how she'd felt when she tied up Walton's shoelaces.

Joey looks at Manny and Jerry as they both try to zero in on Itzhak. He steps in (over Cliffff really) "Look, guy, they're wotking that out," He tells Manny. "one-on-one fight or we will go two-on-one and not the way your mama likes it." Buuuut no he's looking Itzhak's way and Joey sets his jaw using the other hand this time. It's variety hour! And Manny's bell gets rung, hits the pole and then the ground. Only counts as one hit technically. Sadly. "Roen...talk to me." Yeah actually Joey DID catch that. "Itzhak, s witch to analog."

Jens ambles through the crowd and the chaos like he's the protagonist in a medieval-ish TV show during a big battle. Or something. Whatever. The point is that by the time Jimmy realizes Jens is coming, the chair is already bouncing off his face and losing the two legs it had left. Jens tosses it aside and picks up one of the legs, looking over at Thad. "I'm gonna shove this so far up your ass you're gonna look like a xenomorph version of George Washington." Because of the wooden inner pharyngeal jaw. Get it? Eh? Eh? Get it? Bah!

With the popping feeling and the knife being pulled by Thad, Devlin goes very defensive as he brings up his talent's shielding. As Thad brandishes the knife, Devlin shifts into a more aggressive stance in order to deal with the knife fighter, perhaps going for a disarm attempt.

Cassidy is recording all of this! She looks down and ... are you kidding me? How did her phone lock itself and run out of battery /right/ before the dude with an extra arm ran in here. She stuffs her phone in her purse and then looks back up, still hiding in her crouched position behind a table.

Vic steps into Paul's space, who seems surprised when he sees her fist coming, not at his face, but smashing down on his right leg with a resounding CRACK of brass meets bone. There might have been more at work than just her fist, by Fern, but she's not aware of it. Then she sees the big uglies come in, and looks elated. "Oooh, things I can hit without adding red to my ledger. Nice." She heads towards Fegg with a maniacal look in her eyes.

August winces in the face of the beating Itzhak is taking, swallowing down bile. He should tell him to stop getting fucked up and take a breather, let Joey finish these idiots off. But that guy, that Vince guy they're after, August should--

Well. There goes Vincent, down in a heap. August leans on the bar, wipes at his eyes. "Shit. Get the hell back up kid, right now." He does it without thinking, shoving this person back alive. Except...there's something weird about it. It feels off, somehow.

The 'somehow' is explained by the newness of the bar, the additional entrants into the fray. "Great," he grumbles, dragging himself to his feet.

Itzhak lets out a nauseated grunt, grabbing the edge of the bar top. He swears in Yiddish again. As Manny slugs him, he snarls at him in his native tongue, probably telling him to knock it the fuck off because he's BUSY. Busy feeling the room turn over in reality like a restless sleeper, that is. When the door bursts open again and again to admit more and more combatants, he shakes his head, trying to clear it, sending his very own blood flying. "Guys! The Song! It's..it's..." what it is, he can't articulate, his head ringing. But he can listen to Joey and switch to analog when he launches after Jerry.

August doesn't really answer but Fern feels it. The room nearly spins and then there's more thugs. Once that don't quite look right. "Oh fuck me." Fern scowls as she realizes what's going on. But she's not much of a fighter without her glimmer. Still. She can swing a chair around. Probably. Fern finally stands up and picks up her chair, swinging it towards Krug.

Knife.. yeah, and then Devlin feels the presence before he sees Krug come at him. Devlin reacts by smoothly stepping back to avoid Krug's punch, grabbing Krug's arm and sends the man straight into a booth table edge stomach first. "Have a seat, booth's open."

That is a knife. Jens realizes it's a knife a little late -- in that it gets shoved into his right shoulder. It's not the worst place it could be sunk into but it still hurts like a bitch and it causes his chair swing to go wild. He stumbles to the side, and that's when he picks up the presence of the newcomers. "Ah, fuck. Fucking Veil." Still, Thad is the target. Jens goes for it again.

Vic charges at the massive Fegg, and the Amazonian blonde leaps into the air to SLAM her brass-knuckled fist right into the big lug's jaw, whipping his head around with a sickening CRUNCH. Yeah, that jaw is gonna need to be wired shut to heal. She returns to Earth with a 'superhero landing' (not recommended, bad on the knees) and turns to target the three-armed assmunch that just sunk a goddamned axe into her boss.

Just barely visible in a corner of the bar is a smooth pale forehead crowned with perfect blonde waves and two very wide, petrified, bright blue eyes peeking over a table.

Joey is down. His head is bleeding and for a moment he blacks out. Yeaaaah that's not usually the colour you want coming out of your head. Really if 0 colours come out of your head that's a good day. Anything else? eeeeh you're Joey right now. Still there's a survival instinct that is far stronger than his common sense. He winces and his words are slurred, "Thhhhhhe fuck bro?!" Yeah that's to you Vincent! Eyes open and he fixes on hte asshole with an axe. He rolls back to kip up (not at all his wisest move. ever) and tries as he can to drive him back as he turns to Vic leaving an opening. He wobbles on his feet and puts a hand to his head. He murmurs, "...shit..."

August half-turns to reply to Joey, only to watch Joey get clobbered. ...and get right back up, because he's Joey Kelly. "Too late. We're in it now." A Dream, he means, but Joey might take that some other way. Especially since he's covered in his own blood.

So, he does what he's used to doing: tries to keep people from falling back over. Joey hasn't shielded himself, so August bolsters him instead. He glances over his shoulder. "Kitchen door, maybe? Get the fuck out of here before more of these show up?"

Instead of hitting Krugg, the chair only meets air. Thankfully, Fern spies the kitchen door is open. So! Not being equipped for fighting? She drops that chair like a hotpotato and starts trying to make her way towards it. Spying Cassidy she hold a hand out, "Hey! C'mon, Kitchen door's open! Let's see if there's a way out that way." If anything they'd be away from the fighting.

Vic moves in sync with Joey, the pair circling like a wolf pack. As the three-armed titan slashes open the enforcer's Aerosmith tee and leaves a bloody trail across her cleavage, it gives Joey a chance to get his breath back and get his swing in. Then Whompwhomp turns to face the yard boss and Vic leaps up to smash her brass knuckles into the back of the big bad's skull. KERAAAAACK! "WHY DO THEY ALWAYS HIT MY BOOBS!?" she hollars.

Damn tables limiting Devlin's ability to evade some of the punches Krug throws at him, but he is successful in deflecting enough to reduce the punishment he'd take otherwise. However, this time Devlin is able to make a great feint followed by a solid punch to the chest that prompts a yelp from Krug. "Should have sat down asshole."

Itzhak barks, "Kelly, quit layin' down on the job!" Then, well, he's being told not to use the Song but in the face of a giant fucking sawblade is he going to not? No, no he is not going to not. The Song roars, Itzhak singing a few phrases of something. "Some heads are gonna roll--"

Seeing that others are seeking to withdraw, Devlin shifts into a more defensive stance.. He calls out, "Loose Toy.." And shifts his position towards the axe.

Cassidy looks to Fern, to Fern's hand, to the kitchen door, to monsters carrying insanely improbable weapons, back to the kitchen door across the room, back to Fern's hand, back to Fern. The small blond woman shakes her head rapidly, not above to move from her (so far) very safe hiding spot away from the chaos.

"'Cause they don't know how to treat a fucking lady-type person, Vic." He's swaying but sets his jaw. "Anyone not fighting needs to get back...Roen... is ..fine. I can do this shit all day." Can he though? He keeps an eye on cassidy and Fern. Good. "Fight's here assholes. Leave the nice ladies alone...and...don't hit the mean one's boobs." Shit, that was supposed to be an internal monologue. Eeeeh fuck it.

Jens gets sliced again, and then attacked by someone else, and he's stumbling about a little bit until he sees the axe fly and land on the floor with a thunk. He smiles, now, and drops the remaining chair leg, snapping the axe from the floor like Arthur pulling Excalibur out of the stone. "Now we're talkin'."

Time to even up the odds for Jens. Vic has blood all over her, and only a little of it is hers, Thank God she wears a good strong brassiere. "Mother fucker ruined my shirt. THAT WAS VINTAGE!" she howls back at Joey. Then she takes out all her anger on the knife-wielding Thad, slamming her fist into his chest and hearing ribs crack. "Be smart and get lost," she hisses at him.

It is a back and forth between the Mutant Krug and Devlin. Devlin attempts to force Krug into the arc of Jen's axe without much success. None of the punches and kicks between Krug and Devlin on either party seem to do much at all besides, just extend the fight.

"Serious question." Fern ducked down by the table when Cassidy wouldn't budge. "Would you rather die knowing you tried to get out of the situation or die hiding behind a table?" It was a sincere question it seemed! "I'm making a break for it. Better odds if we move together." This may or may not be true. It sounded true. Plus Joey and Co seemed to have things under control? Ish. She shifts slightly, eyeing the path to the door, planning to make her move sooner rather than later.

Jens gets sliced again by Thad, and he's really starting to get mad. It also distracts him, so when he takes the axe swing to Krug, it's easy for the larger beast to just step out of the way and not get carved up. After a spectacular beginning, Jens is starting to slow down. Not cool.

"Yeah, sure you do Kelly." August swallows against the dizziness assailing him, winces as he can't get past Jens' own defenses to shield him. Well, he tried. He stumbles to where Vincent is huddled under the table. "Not a bad idea," he says of hiding, "but I got a better one." He gestures at the kitchen door. "Get going." He looks to Cassidy, nods at Fern. "Like she says, odds of you living if you stay here are bad. Get out. We'll be right behind you."

His voice cuts off when Itzhak goes down. Like with Kelly, it's not for long. August huffs a breathless laugh of terrified relief. He watches Thad bail. "That guy's got the right idea."

In for a penny, right? Itzhak sing-shouts at Jerry, fists coming up, one clenched into brass knuckles of his own, "The power-mad freaks who are ruling the earth - Will show how little they think you're worth--" and SLAM! goes his fist into the guy's chest. At the same time, he takes quite a hit from the chair leg the man is wielding, and he winds up staggered, collapsed against the bar and bleeding madly from a split scalp. "Son. Of. A bitch." He's looking quite green. "Roen. Get the hell out. Of. Here."

Vic flashes her teeth in a rabid grin at Thad as he high tails it out. She then moves to make sure Joey is covered as they move in to assist Devlin and Jens with the last mutant. "McCloud! You on standby to patch up the Coach here in a hot minute?" she shouts to the paramedic.

"Hey Big boi.. didn't mama ever tell you, don't mess with the medic," Devlin smirks at the mutant, "I think your about to find out why if she didn't"

Joey Joey turns to see that other asshole coming at their medic (you got adopted, Dev). "Roz, get Roen, get him out of here. I'm gettin Dev...and I'm right behind you." Because ya know, Devlin was NOT on team Murder Hobo in the tower when that lady asked to help. He was at every major accident picking bodies up though and that weirdly wins a lot of points in the Kelly Scorebook. Joey's bleeding from the head. Not the first time. Won't be the last if he doesn't put that dinette set back where Ma Kelly wants it. Prolly. Maybe. He looks to Vic and frowns noticing her damaged shirt. "They tried to ruin your tits. What assholes. " He looks to Devlin and nods. "yeah. I'll go low." And it's a team effort now.

The possibility of sure death does seem to shake Cassidy to move. She looks to Fern and then August and nods. She digs into her purse and produces a gleaming .357 revolver. Does a quick check to make sure it's loaded. Cocks it back. Looks to the big monster, then to Fern and nods.

As she stands she quick aims, and sends a slug at the thing's Chest.

Tossing the pistol back in her purse, she mutters to Fern, "Let's get the fuck out of here."

Vic slides in around the side of Krug and slams her fist right into his ear. That's gotta sting! "Yeah," she calls back to Joey. "Even worse, that was my dad's Aerosmith tee from a concert he went to." Oh yeah, she's pissed.

Fern opens her lips to try and warn against firing. But, uh, then Cassidy fired! Too late now. Instead she smiles. "That's the spirit! Let's get outta here." Fern agrees. "On three." She sounds off 1...2...3!" And then the former aerial performer is moving. She makes sure Cassidy stays near her as she tries to pick through the path of least resistances to the kitchen.

Thad takes off and Jens growls. He's all cut up, but it's not enough to put him down. So he concentrates on Krug, taking a quick hop forward and then a swing that sinks the axe into Krug's shoulder. THUOG. SPLAT.

Taking advantage of all the help, Devlin steps back into a deep back stance as Krug's punch sails just a hair's breath above the medic's head. Springing out of the back stance, Devlin launches a killer side kick that blasts the air out of the Mutant's lungs so hard they had to hear it outside...

August makes his way to Itzhak, takes him by the arm. "Excellent idea. After you." He watches Thad go through the window...except... "Yeah. Let's go. This is fucked up, we need to get out."

Bouncing back off the kick, Devlin notices his Beer is STILL there.. he grabs it, chugs it down. "Casualties to the kitchen.. and any first aide kits.." He then grabs whom ever is having problems moving, "Come on.. lets get those feet moving.. "

"Gonna watch ya back," Itzhak dizzily informs August, like he's not the one being hustled to the exit.

Vic moves to prop Joey up, slinging his arm around her shoulders. "Think we've outstayed our welcome, Coach, come on, the kitchen looks like it leads home," the Physicalist mutters.

It's just as well that with all the chaos no one noticed the District Attorney firing into the crowd. Even if it helped take down a - whatever that was - it's still not a good look. And honestly? Cassidy probably doesn't need the attention from most people in the joint. So she does her best to keep her head down as she trots with Fern, making a break for the kitchen to (they hope) safety.

Joey is absolutely wobbly on his feet. He points Devlin away from him to Jens. Joey slings an arm around Vic to keep him up. it's why he pays her the big bucks. Watch it from teh kitchen, Roz." One can tell he's in a daze or really has not grasped the Veil in its entirety, "Home? I ain't finished my tater tots yet tho." Ueah, Vic, he's moving that way, protest in confusion as he may.

Just as Joey was pointing to Jens, Devlin is moving to slip his shoulder under Jen's arm, "Come on Conan.. lets get you out of here and leave the axe.. I need you more than the Axe.. dig."

"Nearly there!" Fern calls encouragingly to Cassidy. Reaching out a hand so she can just shove the kitchen door wide open and they can all barrel through.

"Aw, man. Really?" Jens looks at the axe in his hand. "Dammit." He launches the axe at the wall, sticking it in there, and follows Joey.

Vic helps Joey out through the kitchen, hopefully back to reality.

As Devlin helps Jens make his way out, he focuses his healing talents on the injured man. "That should help.. now to patch your ass up.."

Cassidy looks at the kitchen and blinks. Confused. Why? She looks to Fern. To everyone around her. Finally she settles a gaze at Julio and says, "We're waiting for the quesadillas, so...." she snaps her fingers and gives the cook a haughty sneer and then turns and flounces back out into the totally normal bar.

Devlin just grabs the first aide kit.. "You.. over here." he says to Joey as he starts working on getting both Joey and Jens bandaged.. "Just when I thought I was not going to have to work... " He looks to a blank space, "Go Home.. no business for you here."