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Post by Sarina Strenger on May 11, 2016 5:30:52 GMT
11:30 PM. For two and a half hours, Right Hand Red played possibly the single biggest show they had ever done at Café Julio Fish & Chips, which had become their go-to performance spot after their first gig almost five years ago. They had a pretty good relationship with Julio by this point, as he was very supportive of the girls and what they did, and was something of a father figure to all of them at that point. Now that the show was over, everyone seemed pretty exhausted from all the excitement, and while there were still a few patrons left, most had gone home for the night. Their guitarist and bassist had also left, since they were the only two with another job outside of Right Hand Red.
"Sarina, ya got your drums ready to be put in the van?" Quinn asked her, turning away from amp she was unplugging to keep an eye on her friend. "We gotta head out soon, I don't wanna keep Julio up any longer!"
Sarina sighed as she was undoing the cymbals on her drums and putting them in the bag. The rest of the kit was laying around her, with most drums still on their stands and the kick drum was opened on one side. "Hey, this takes time, you know! You gotta handle these things with care, drums are expensive!" she called back to her as she took the rack tom and put it inside the larger drum.
Quinn smiled and walked towards the drummer, sitting next to her to take off the other drums from their stands. "Geez, Sarina, you can be pretty damn hopeless without me around. I bet you'd still be packing when this place opens up tomorrow afternoon," she told her with a teasing grin.
"Oh can it, Quinn..." Sarina muttered as she took one of the other drums and set it aside. "It's not like you got that much to pack up."
"Oh sure, it's just the amps, the mic, all of the cables hooked up to some of your instruments... Not a lot at all, really."
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Post by Admin Moose on May 11, 2016 5:39:09 GMT
Liquid courage. Damn accurate name, that. And he'd had plenty, oh yes he had. He'd been there drinking since before the show started, and was probably on the very edge of going full blackout. But while he was still in (at least nominal) control of his actions, he was going to do this.
He fingered the gun in his pocket. A little snub nose .38 special. He'd had it for years, had only used it at a firing range. And now he was going to use it for this. He stepped on the stage, hands in his pockets, and just sorta stood there, staring at her. The red hair was the best part of her, really. Now all that was left was the deed itself...
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Post by Sarina Strenger on May 11, 2016 5:56:16 GMT
The pair had heard footsteps as they arrived on the stage, and they both looked up at the man. "Um... Can we help you?" Sarina had asked him, raising an eyebrow as she began putting newspaper around the rack tom to keep it from moving around too much.
"We're about to head out. I don't think we have any more photos of us to sign either, so you'll have to check back next time," Quinn said as she stood up. "I'm gonna get the van started, Sarina, and we can head out as soon as we're done."
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Post by Admin Moose on May 11, 2016 6:02:47 GMT
"No. He said as he pulled the gun out, pointing it at Quinn. "You're not leaving." He slurred a bit, but his stance and aim were oddly steady. If he had been in any state of mind to notice such details, it could have been noteworthy. He started to approach the redhead, stumbling only once but keeping it trained on her.
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Post by Sarina Strenger on May 11, 2016 6:50:22 GMT
Quinn's eyes narrowed as she heard the sound of the gun cocking, and she slowly raised her hands up. "You have a lot of balls trying this, you know..." she muttered. "What are you trying to pull?"
Sarina, meanwhile, had slowly reached back into the bag that held her cymbals and slowly took them out, trying to make as little noise as possible. Normally she'd get up in the guy's face and punch the lights out of him... but her best friend was being held at gunpoint by someone who was clearly not in a right state of mind. She needed to be more careful right now.
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Post by Admin Moose on May 11, 2016 14:50:08 GMT
He didn't say anything in response, just grabbing Quinn by the arm when he got close enough and pressing the gun against her neck. "Don't you even think about it." He looked at Sarina, starting to try and drag Quinn away. He had a van parked out back; hopefully he could get her there without any trouble. He had his duct tape in the van, anyway.
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Post by Sarina Strenger on May 11, 2016 17:51:15 GMT
"Hey, the hell do you think you're doing?!" Sarina shouted as she stood up, the still-lucid patrons understandably reacting with shock and fear over what was currently transpiring. "I'm not gonna just let you take her like that!" And at that moment she threw one of the cymbals like a Frisbee at the man, hoping to surprise him enough that he'd loosen his grip on Quinn.
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Post by Admin Moose on May 11, 2016 18:32:26 GMT
The flying instrument hit him right next to the eye, causing him to lose his grip for a moment. He quickly tried to regain it, while pointing the gun at Serina and firing once.
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Post by Sarina Strenger on May 11, 2016 19:49:44 GMT
Serina was caught off guard when the man had pointed her gun and fired at her, and she was sent crumpling to the ground, laying there motionlessly.
Quinn, who was trying to escape from her captor, froze the moment that he fired. "S-Serina!" she shouted, falling limp as she could only watch her friend die right in front of her...
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Post by Admin Moose on May 11, 2016 19:57:32 GMT
The guy started trying to drag Quinn away again, pointing the gun at her. He didn't react to anything; it was debatable if he was even aware of what he'd just done.
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Post by Sarina Strenger on May 11, 2016 20:35:56 GMT
"God... damn! So rubber bullets really do hurt like hell..." Serina groaned as she got up, dusting herself off. "Really? Rubber bullets? Man, I thought you were serious for a moment... Looks like I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson!!" she asked, dashing over to the man with a rather impressive speed and grabbing the arm holding the gun, squeezing it tightly. To him, it would feel like his bones were on the verge of snapping just from this. "Now... let her go."
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Post by Admin Moose on May 11, 2016 20:41:57 GMT
"R-rubber?" The guy looked at his gun, and then at Sarina, who had his arm in a deathgrip that felt roughly like what he imagined a hydraulic press might feel like. "I don't even know where to buy rubber bullets..." The hand that was holding Quinn released, and the gun dropped to the floor. "You're hurting me!" He started trying to pull his hand out from Sarina's grip.
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Post by Sarina Strenger on May 11, 2016 20:47:28 GMT
"Don't play dumb, if those were real bullets, you coulda killed me!" she told him, as Quinn and the gun both fell to the ground. "And what are you saying that I'm hurting you, I'm barely even gripping you that hard! Man, you're such a wuss..." she said as she let go of his arm, kicking the firearm away from the stage. "Now, be a good boy and stay there, otherwise I'm actually gonna hurt you, got it?"
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Post by Admin Moose on May 11, 2016 20:53:59 GMT
The guy took a look at his arm. A bruise was already beginning to develop. He looked at her, and his field of view went red. He bolted for her, attempting a flying rugby-style tackle to bring her to the ground.
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Post by Sarina Strenger on May 11, 2016 22:06:43 GMT
Sarina sighed and turned to face him, grabbing him by his arm as he moved. "I told you to stay there!" she shouted, spinning him around and letting go of him once he was out of her way. However, the Irish Whip was more powerful than she had expected, and she sent him flying towards the bar, where he crashed into the stand.
There was a moment of stunned silence before things Quinn broke the tension. "S-Sarina? What the hell was that?"
"I... I have no idea," she said as she noticed a metal gleam from where she was laying down earlier. No doubt about it, it was a real bullet, crumpled up from the impact. "...oh my god." With that, the drummer groaned and sat down on the stage, taking out her phone and calling the authorities. "The MCD's going to be on my ass in the coming days, I can already tell..."
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Post by Admin Moose on May 11, 2016 22:11:25 GMT
If the guy had any clue what happened while it was happening, he certainly didn't in the aftermath. He was out cold where Sarina had threw him, and in all honestly, probably needed a hospital imminently.
Julio poked his head out from behind the bar and immediately saw the carnage. Immediately after, he saw Sarina and Quinn on the counter. "Jesus, girls, what the hell happened to my bar?" He asked, approaching the stage.
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Post by Sarina Strenger on May 11, 2016 22:25:30 GMT
Of course Julio was gonna ask about this. Sighing again, she leaned back against the wall, gripping where the bullet hit her. "Well you see..."
"Sarina has superpowers," Quinn said quickly, earning her a look from the drummer. "What? I felt like that was the quickest way to explain everything!"
"Yeah, but the only reason this happened is because you got your ass nearly kidnapped by that drunken creep who's now out cold!" she quipped before rubbing her head. "He's probably gonna need medical attention, by the way. Kinda knocked him for a loop..."
Quinn shook her head and got up. "Anyway... Sarina and I should head back for now. We'll come in first thing tomorrow to help clean up. Right, Sarina?"
"Yeah yeah, I got it..." she said as she got up. "Don't worry about giving me my pay for tonight, since I caused this mess."
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Post by Admin Moose on May 11, 2016 22:30:45 GMT
"No no no no, not an option. Your did your show, you get paid. I'll just start a collection for the repairs. Or the MCD will cover damages. It can't be any more than a few thousand, just some more wood. I have backstock of liquor for a reason, y'know." Julio rambled a little bit, realizing a moment later and stopping. "Definitely might want to call an ambulance for your... wait a second, he nearly KIDNAPPED YOU?" He whipped around to face Quinn, eyes roughly as wide as dinner plates.
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Post by Sarina Strenger on May 11, 2016 22:44:21 GMT
"Took you long enough to notice..." Sarina muttered.
"Yeah. He seemed pretty drunk, and I guess it gave him the urge to go up and try to kidnap me. Now that I think about it, I've seen him fairly often on our tours, and he always sits closest to where I usually am at on stage..." Quinn said before stretching out her arms. "You sure the MCD will cover damages? I mean, it looks like a pretty standard bar fight, all thins considered."
"Look, I don't know and I don't care, I'd rather not be here when the MCD shows up because right now I don't want to deal with that crap. Can we just go?" The drummer was still a mix of shocked and a little irritated, which was never a good combination unless someone else wanted to get hurt.
"All right, all right. Just wait in the Van, I'll pack everything up, and we'll be home before you know it."
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Post by Admin Moose on May 11, 2016 22:47:04 GMT
"I known people to use the bar itself as a weapon, but I've never seen someone chuck someone else clear THROUGH the bar." Julio shot back. "Besides, I have cameras. I can show them footage. I don't actually know if they'll cover it, but oh well. Street cred." Julio started walking back toward his back room. "Come find me, and I'll get you your money." He vanished into the stock room.
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