Storys of Gabrial
He put out the cigaret, his fifth one in the hour. Damned rain was getting anoying to him, as it made it so damned hard to light a smoke. He threw the butt out over the edge, and adjusted the rifle in his arms. He tall building gave him the vantage, and the keen over look in to the window. He never did much like assasinating people. But some times, he guessed, it just needed to be done.
The water ran off his fedora, and over on to his long black trench. It tricked on to everything it seemed. Even the furs under umbrellas and newspapers got soaked in this. Like a typhoon it was. The drumming got annoying. He hopped the new scope wouldn't let it in. He moved the long edge of he lcoat to cover the sawed off on his leg.
Gods be damned he hated waiting. The window stayed dark, the stupid 'coon not even showing up. It was the least one could expect from the varments.
He sighed, taking another hand rolled from his inside pocket, popping it in his muzzle. One paw lifting the Fedora hat, and the other raking his calws through the thick black locks. He reset it on his head, pulling it tight, before flickign the zippo form his sleeve and striking it off his side, and lighting the sixth.
As he took his drag, and slid the lighter back in to his pocket, he thought to the night before. Damned bar girl. Prettiest one there. And a bat to boot. His heart started to race at the thought her, his denum feeling rather tight at thinking of her figure, and imagining her out of that dress. The thin layers of her wings. Her light body. He let out a helpless chuckle, never being so lucky in his life.
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The shot of Scotch firm in his paws, the leather palm pressed against it, he watched the wooden bar. so much fraggin' noise. His thumb stroked the 45. on his belt. At very least the boys here didn't take it, as long as he kept it there. He so badly wanted to shoot the sterio. But tha'd be more expencive than all his drinks combine. Even so, it'd almost be worth it.
He took his shot, swollowing with quite little burn. At his stage, there was little that acttualy started burning. He set the glass upside down, and pushed it forward, showing it was enough. He took the cigaret from the ash tray and put in in his lips, turning on his stool to face the rest of the bar.
Gabrial Rarly acctualy interacted with these people. They were always so damned boaring. that or negitive. He smiled, thinking of that last pool game before the boys said no more. a fair and square bet. Even if he did cheat a bit, they couldn't prove it. He knew. They tried.
His attention snapped to the door, where in a pair strolled to a table. he couldn't help but look. The tiger, a big brawny man with rippling arms, and legs, and thick neck, moved with the grace of a blind, deaf, cow with one leg, and the silence of a howitzer. his clearly three size too small cloths made a fool of him more than his own half put together words, and his clumsy sentinces. Such basic, and colorful language this one was using. Even so it really wasn't him, or the noise he was causing that caught his attention.
The white bat on his arm, or more clasped in his mitts, was what really perked his ears. she seemed so helplessly relaxed, considering the accusational terms, slams, and barking screams he was throwing at her. Her green and blue dress didn't only coment her hips, and curves, but her color as well. Those platnum locks spilling over it seemed to be as silk.
The tiger almost threw her light form in to a chair, and flopped himself in another, leaning on the wood, and poinintg a claw at her. His teeth seemed constantly bared.
Gabrial turned in his stool, and let a long rolling breath of smoke escape his nostrils. He could still hear that damned tiger. His green eyes gazed up at the tender, whom was clearing the glass and bottle from infront of him. "you gonna do anything about that?" he asked, tilting a head in their direction.
The rabbit looked over to them, a floppy tan ear seeming to try to perk, and then he shook his head, sighing. He adjusted the dirty appron about his ample belly. "Nah. Mike comes in now and again. He makes some fuss, then he and Jackie leave." he made a concerned face, and tilted his head a bit, "just can't get why a nice gilr like that would be with a train wreck like him." he shook his head, and slid the glass an bottle in their respective places.
Gabe sighed, and raked his fingers through his hair. typical varments. Never did anythign with out a freaking impending appocolyps.
He did his best to ignore them, and go about his cigaret. What with the text he'd gotten not two shots in to his vaction in the pub, he was trying ahrd to relax. Still, he couldn't help but eaves drop a bit.
"I give you everything..." and "ungreatfull, little whore.." were common tings on his tounge. More offen than not over the seeming eternity he sat and listened to that damned cat, he rolled his eyes.
With an irritated sigh, he rose to his feet, and took a noce stroll to the table, moving past twards the rest rooms. He heard her voice, but not her words. Such a gentle calm tone she had. She spoke brushing a bit of hair from her face.
As he passed the table, he swept his hand across it, flining both their drinks in to his grey, and black coyote fur, and all over his new vest. Gabrial stood a moment, and persed his lips, holding his arms up, and flicking the beer, and what smelled to be wine from his claws, and hands.
He shook his head and brushed it off mentaly, taking himself to the rest room. He hit the sink first, washing the alchohal from his fur, and favorite pants. once done, he hit the urinal, taking a much needed piss. He leaned his head back as he started going, growling at the releif.
He didn't even need to look when it happened. the door slammed against the trash can hard, the bang audibal through the room. His growls could be heard as he moved in to a stall. Gabe zipped up once done, taking time to wash his hands again, and then left back to the loud. Even as his ears were assaulted by the barrage of loud music, he still kept sanity, his eyes falling on the young, beautiful bat.
His body, before he really thought, took a seat in the tiger's chair. "Bonjour mi madam." he said in a thick Cajin accent.
Her eyes came up only a moment, before falling again. Her vocie was quiet, little more than a whisper. "You should leave before he gets back. "
"Who's that?" he asked with a tilt of his head, and a flick of his tail. His paw came up, and took the half smoked cigartet from his mouth. "Ol' mouth o' the south in there?" he asked, gesturing to the bathroom. "He don' concern me none."
"He should." she responded, not taking her eyes from the table. "He's attacked people for less than just talking to me."
Gabrial watched her a moment, reminaing silent, and then smiled wide. He set an elbow on the table, and leaned forward. "My appologies 'cher." he extended a paw, and popped the cigaret back in his mouth, taking a long drag. "I forget my manners so easy when lookin' at a pretty young thing like you self. Names Gabrial."
She didn't respond at first, but after a slight pause she eyed the door to the men's room, then to his paw. She gently took it, and shook it graciously. "Jaquline. Jaqulin Marrie." She said with a weak voice.
He gripped her small paw with a gentle squeeze. " 'ats quite a nam for a girl so pretty as you, If'in you don't mind my sayin' so madam." He took his paw back, and he opened his lips to speak again, only to be cut off by her correction.
"Madamoiselle."
He almost wanted to sock himself in the head. He had let his assumptions take him before his manners. "I'm sorry hon. simply thought what with a brick like him, he'd kinnda demand it."
"He dose." she said with a galre at the door. Her hazle eyes tore in to it as he tore in to the prime ribs every month at the pay days. "Which is why he bitches so much. " She said with a growl.
Gabrial looked over to the door, and then back to her, sighing. "So, why don't you just up and leave?" he asked. "jump ship, send him off? If he wants to sent the litte boat the long way to china town, an' you wanna keep the ports closed? why not just send him packin back to where ever?"
She took her glare from the door to him, and then to the floor. He knew why. He just had to make sure. girls like her lived under a heel. He hated girls like her some times. Always saying 'He's not always like that', and 'He loves me, he's just had a hard day, that's all.' He's heard it all, and to him, it all was a load.
"So, I'll make you a wager love." he said with a sigh. He almost cringed, once more speaking before he thought. Still, too late to back off now. "I handle your brick, and you gimmie one shot at a date. One shot, at how a man should treat a delicate rose like you'self. What you say?"
She shook her head, turning her head. "No... I.." she seemed scared, almost fearful of him, and his offer. He knew why. She was really afraid of this tiger. This, 'Mike'.
As he opened his mouth to talk again, a large hand gripped his shoulder, and slung him from the chair. He hit a table rather violently, and layed there a moment. It hurt, and rang his bell for sure, but he was really more taken off gaurd than injured. When his ears, and head stopped their trip around the world, he could heard him already. His voice like concreat falling on brick, with a jack hammer under it. Rough, broken, and loud.
"Think I wouldn't know? Think I didn't see you fucking scank? Won't sleep with me but you'll fuck any little bitch boy dog walkin'?" He screamed at her, inchs from her face.
Gabrial picked himself up, bruching off his vest, and shoulder. He'd had worse. Alot worse. Still, there was that little bit of iritation deep down at being flung, and his words to her.
She didn't even try to talk. His screams and slams on the table were driving others from their seats. "Hu, you little cunt? Is that how it is? We gonna have to go through this again to night?"
Gabe stepped next to him, and cleared his throat. It seemed to do little to deture his rants. Finaly after another voice clearing, and and louder cough, he tapped the man with a sharp claw. He pulled a fresh cigaret from the tin on the inside of his vest, and put it in his mouth. the tiger had ruined his other.
The great cat turned, and glowered down at him. He was easyly twice his size. He had to crain his neck back to look at him. "Hiya monami." he said with a wide smile. "Coudn't help but notice you flingin' me about like that." He seemed more than flippant, and the large brute seemed rather dumbfounded by the streight forward expressing. "Bit rude I must say. other than that, i'd like to ask you to lat miss Marrie be. She seems to be rather distraught as is, and to further her torment may simply bring out teh less favorabel side of me."
He held his grin, as the large cat sorted through his words, finding what he could under stand. Gabrial looked him over, analizing him, and checking things over. "Incase your steriod body blocks the words from thier full copulation, and there in conception of understanding of my words, I'll present it in a manner you amy understand. Leave the lady be."
His foot idoly took back, his weight forward, and his body moving to his more favored stance for when he was picking a fight. The tiger scoffed, and looked to the eautiful bat, then to teh tender. He pointed to Gabrial, and quickly leaned on to the coyote's face. "I could rip you appart with my bare hands. then I'd fling your guts all around this bar for everyone to see." he smiled as big as Gabrial, trying quite hard to intimidate the smaller canine. "Would you like that you mangy, flea bit bitch?"
Gabrial smile,d and waved a hand infron to his muzzle snatching his ciggaret from his lips. "I'm sure you could, if you were smarter than your chair, or if your brain was in your biceps." He sighed, and relaxed visably. "So miss Jackie." He said, while looking at the Tiger, Mike, "I'm thinkin' that a nice movie starts here in about a half hour. You wanna go?"
Mike seemed amazed, sputtering out balnk words before getting his grip on his mouth. "You trying to get killed you stupid dog?"
"Nah. I'm offerin' your beautiful flower a date. Som'it I'm sure you've not given her in a long time. I'm offerin' a bit of comaption, and manners. I'm also offerin' her an out from an abusive relationship. No reason for her to be with some one that's going to be an ass, both to her, and makin' one out of him self."
Mike smile and leaned back. with a quick motion he threw a hard right. They always threw the hard right. Gabrial stepped in to it, ducking and letting it go over him, slamming an elbow in to the tigers firm stomach, just under his ribs. a coughing fit following. He swooped down, to the beautiful bat, and kissed her cheek, and then moved tward the bar, his eyes on Mike.
"Your own fault." He said, chuckling. "you'd have been faster if you'd not been on the juice." He leaned on the bar, one hand dipping under it, and feeling about. already the tender was abck against the walls. his bouncers seemed more scared than Jaquline.
Mike forced himself up, and ran at the coyote, slaming a fist down at him. The young canine dropped, pulling with him a half full bottle of alchohal, and as he hit his backside on the floor, and Mike's fist slammed in to the bar rail, Gabrial's head jerked forward, in to Mike more privet reigon. He slipped around his legs as the great tiger gripped his genitals, Giving Gabrial the oppertuity to get up. not waisting a second, he gripped a bar stool, and swong it hard in to the abck of the cat's legs, breaking it, and dropping him to his knees. with in a moment, the glass bottle shattered over his head, and he dropped to the floor, his lights out.
The Coyote took little time. He gripped his coat, and threw it on, pulling it tight. His paw grabbed his Fedora, and placed it on head. After he put about three hundred dollars on the bar, he turned, and left, in to the cold night air. He said nothign to any one else. His temper had calmed by the time he hit the end of the block. He so hated men treating women like that.
His boot stepped from the corner, in to the street, and somthing caught his arm. He turned, ready to fight, when he say tose platnum locks. Her eyes met his, a bit of the fear gone, but still something about them...
"One date. If It dosn't go well, than that's it." She said firmly, her voice having gained volumen, and streingth. It was clear, and pure. Strong, and powerful, as a woman's should be.
He smiled, and nodded. He took his lighter from his sleeve pocket, and lit the smoke, starting his steps again. She held his arm, and stayed silent half way to he theater.
"Thank you." she would say. He would say nothing back. He knew she knew she was mreo than welcome. His only real regret was that that bar had good scotch. they probly wouldn't let him back any time soon.
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He smiled, and rubbed his chest. She had stayed with him. slept next to him. He had woen to her wings about him, but nothign more. Was he that sad that he was content with only that? He shrugged, and looked out to the building. The lights just came on.
His heart lept, his rifle lifted before even he knew what he was doing. His eye was at the scope, and his finger on teh trigger. He breathed even, sighting him in. He was lucky again. The rain hadn't gotten in the scope.
The black and white Racoon, his tight buisness suite seeming to buldge with his ego, set some papers on the desk. He slowly let his breath out, and the storm, as though gracing the shot, let out a ring of thunder as the stock jerked it's kick in his grip.