A Night in The Big Easy {{open, open, open}}

[Marcus Drago]

Marcus made his way to the bar easily thanks to his wings and feathers. There weren't a lot of people at the bar, just a woman and some couple. They were unimportant; though, that woman looked very familiar. However, Marcus paid little attention to any of them. He only had one goal in mind; and being the guy that he was, he would only focused on his one task. One would suppose that that was a bad trait, and Marcus would as well. He couldn't count how many times he ignored the obvious in a pursuit of something else. He tried ending this habit once, but old habits die hard.

"What'll you have?" The bartender asked Marcus. Marcus paused to ponder. He wasn't a drinking man, although he could down a bear as though it was simple orange juice. He used to drink just to pass the time, but now he finds no need for alcohol. He had been out of the drinking loop for so long that he had forgotten which type cocktails he liked and which he didn't. Marcus wanted to bring Nina a drink she could enjoy, but he had no clue what she, let alone he, enjoyed. He cursed under his breath a little, and wished that he would have at least asked her what she wanted. Since he didn't want to go to her without a drink, he ordered the most festive sounding drink on the menu. This took more than 30 seconds to make, and made Marcus wait at the bar a little longer than intended. While he did, he leaned on a bar stool, passing away the time by thinking. 

(Short, I know. And I apologize for it XD).

[Bethany Barone]

She still couldn't decide whether she wanted to break a glass bottle and slice his throat open, or never be noticed and get the hell out. But she was noticed by the female that was with him. Shit. Beth supposed it didn't matter much now, but she looked away quick. Seeing Ghost come to the bar and still not notice her was relieving but in a way even more insulting. His female companion did but he was too worried about getting into the new girls pants to notice Bethany.

That was it for her. As calmly as she could she walked straight to Ghost. She wanted to say so much to him but no words came out right away. "I never want to see you again." She said finally. Beth threw the drink she had at his face out of reflex before storming off. She didn't bother to wait and see his reaction and if he would phase through or let the girly alcoholic beverage hit him in the face. It didn't matter to her. She was done with him and the rest of this damn place.

[Marcus Drago]

This lowly... Cheap... Slut. How DARE she throw shit in his face? Marcus experienced the worst time this past few months, MONTHS, and all he wanted, while doing a job that meant life or death, was to relax A LITTLE! And now, this bitch had the gall to throw shit in his face? For what reason? For absolutely WHAT REASON?

Marcus had questions, and he DEMANDED answers, so he began walking to her. "Hey," Marcus called out. "HEY!" He was so angry that he could not control his powers. Marcus demanded for Bethany to talk to him, he demanded for Bethany to stop in her tracks, and his demands were too be met immediately.

Before Marcus could even stop himself, he sent a chair in the air, then forced it to bang against Bethany's head. If she wasn't going to stop for him, then he was going to make her stop.

[Bethany Barone]

"Hey! HEY!" He was shouting at her to get her attention. What part didn't he understand? She was done with him. The smart people inside the club had already backed away while others were standing around to see what would happen.

Marcus was following her, and it was only making her more angry. Bethany quickly turned around to yell back but didn't have the chance. She seen him get the chair and throw it directly at her, and Bethany quickly dodged it by jumping to her left and leaning her body away from the flying chair. It missed her but not by much. At the rate it was coming it could have killed her! Now her facial expression was not just of anger and annoyance but of rage.

How dare he try to hit her with a chair! If he wants a fight, she will give him a fucking fight.