Ballroom Blitz [OTA BAR FIGHT BAR FIGHT BAR FIGHT]
Yondu is not a bartender. He manages, he cuts deals, he finds ways to make it work. He doesn't tend bar. Today he's a patron at his own establishment for whatever reason. He felt like it? Actually he can't remember clearly when he first started coming here. That's all real fuzzy.
He's trying to pull it up from the recesses of his mind when a sturdy middle-aged woman slides over, what visible tattoos she has obviously moving as a part of her powers, and pulls one of those 'so do you come in a flavor or are you like that for decoration' lines. And he would have been down, except what he assumes to be her former significant other strides up behind her to give her a piece of his mind. So now there's an argument, and he's just ignoring it. But then there's her punching him, and before Yondu can tell her to hold up and calm down there's some other man jumping in and yelling about how he knew she was no good and he should have seen it the whole time.
Yondu easily pushes his barstool away from the bar to dodge a blob of water from someone's powers (why does that remind him of something?) before he scoots it back up. A moment later he's lifting the beer off the bar 'cause asshole number three in the situation (not counting himself) just got flung down the length of it. He takes a drink as they slide by, just watching them go.
Things are starting to get a little carried away, and he calls out a- "Gonna need some help over here!" -to one of his allies. He is finishing off this goddamn beer before he does, thank you kindly, and he stands up chugging it.
Home Life [OPEN TO TANI / MADOKA / RAVEN]
After cleaning up and cleaning off, he gets home later than he intended. He's got a shiner to show for it, too, but he's only really upset that he got held up sweeping up damages. He bursts into his quaint little house (comfortable enough for three teenage girls and their single dad).
"Sorry y'all! Someone was actin' up. Several someones, actually," he comes in, pulling off his leather coat to hang up, and... not really remembering where the coat hanger is. He should know that, right?
Nevermind. Has to tend to his girls first. He tosses his jacket onto the chair and he extends his arms in the universal hug beckoning gesture. "Come on, I promise I'll make it up to ya. Who wants to go out tomorrow." This was the wrong time to be home, he thinks?
Future Regrets [CLOSED TO WHOEVER I ASKED]
Yondu's out getting groceries or doing a run by the training center or failing to find someone's cat, who he is just wondering if even the cats learned to fly 'cause he's had no luck findin' nothin'. Doing basic every day slogging around errands that you just can't pawn off on someone else? But it's lucky that he didn't because-
Goddamn.
He is thoroughly distracted by someone that is some level of hot or competent. "How's the day findin' ya?" he calls out.
Snapping Out of It [OTA]
And now he's figured it out. Shit. Shiiiiiit That sorta intense inner feeling of the word that has two syllables and 'y' somewhere's in there. He quickly heads back to both the bar and to the girls, keeping an eye out for anybody that he might know and that he might possibly be able to snap out of it.
The sad thing was he was kind of liking this place? But this means at some point that asshole in the sky won. Who knows if these people are real, or if they're the citizens, or if they're even alive 'cause they could just be meat puppets at this point like those folks that were in the hospital before.
This is going to be a pain in the ass and he hates it already. He's got a few ideas but he's gonna have to run them by some people.
[OOC: The Knickknack Knockback Bar is on the border of the the Educational and Political (1) district and the Shopping and Entertainment District (2), near the Garden & Zoo (3). It's got a roof covered in vegetation and on the inside it's your average dive bar, complete with dive bar food and lazy music and a single TV that plays whatever the bartender's been badgered into. Only a nice collection of potted plants by the window set it apart. It's a front for a vigilante biker-ish gang, a group of 'heroes' that for whatever reason don't call the DForce to deal with problems. For them there's a speakeasy style entrance in the back, hidden by vegetation, and hidden exit routes from there.]
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He's trying to pull it up from the recesses of his mind when a sturdy middle-aged woman slides over, what visible tattoos she has obviously moving as a part of her powers, and pulls one of those 'so do you come in a flavor or are you like that for decoration' lines. And he would have been down, except what he assumes to be her former significant other strides up behind her to give her a piece of his mind. So now there's an argument, and he's just ignoring it. But then there's her punching him, and before Yondu can tell her to hold up and calm down there's some other man jumping in and yelling about how he knew she was no good and he should have seen it the whole time.
Yondu easily pushes his barstool away from the bar to dodge a blob of water from someone's powers (why does that remind him of something?) before he scoots it back up. A moment later he's lifting the beer off the bar 'cause asshole number three in the situation (not counting himself) just got flung down the length of it. He takes a drink as they slide by, just watching them go.
Things are starting to get a little carried away, and he calls out a- "Gonna need some help over here!" -to one of his allies. He is finishing off this goddamn beer before he does, thank you kindly, and he stands up chugging it.
"Sorry y'all! Someone was actin' up. Several someones, actually," he comes in, pulling off his leather coat to hang up, and... not really remembering where the coat hanger is. He should know that, right?
Nevermind. Has to tend to his girls first. He tosses his jacket onto the chair and he extends his arms in the universal hug beckoning gesture. "Come on, I promise I'll make it up to ya. Who wants to go out tomorrow." This was the wrong time to be home, he thinks?
Goddamn.
He is thoroughly distracted by someone that is some level of hot or competent. "How's the day findin' ya?" he calls out.
The sad thing was he was kind of liking this place? But this means at some point that asshole in the sky won. Who knows if these people are real, or if they're the citizens, or if they're even alive 'cause they could just be meat puppets at this point like those folks that were in the hospital before.
This is going to be a pain in the ass and he hates it already. He's got a few ideas but he's gonna have to run them by some people.
[OOC: The Knickknack Knockback Bar is on the border of the the Educational and Political (1) district and the Shopping and Entertainment District (2), near the Garden & Zoo (3). It's got a roof covered in vegetation and on the inside it's your average dive bar, complete with dive bar food and lazy music and a single TV that plays whatever the bartender's been badgered into. Only a nice collection of potted plants by the window set it apart. It's a front for a vigilante biker-ish gang, a group of 'heroes' that for whatever reason don't call the DForce to deal with problems. For them there's a speakeasy style entrance in the back, hidden by vegetation, and hidden exit routes from there.]