Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2016 10:55:28 GMT -5
Ernie hesrd the attacker. The other jumped up to deal with it and he just remind din his seat. Taking a sip of the now almost empty moonshine he grinned. He wasn't going anywhere, not yet anyway. They could handle it, he was going to relax and do nothing as always. If anything it would just sort itself out. Give the man some shine and see what he has.
As the other reacted Ernie watched. Scar face had his gun up and the blonde biker with a big nose acted fast. Punched the heavy set attacker in the face, rendering him unconscious with one punch. It was impressive, he'd give him that. Ernie wasn't a fighter, one punch knockouts he couldn't do. Maybe if he had a shovel.
Taking a other sip he stood up. Dusting his hands off he walked past Charles to the knocked out guy. Ernie's breath reeked of alcohol, clearly already very drunk by the way he stumbled. He had been drinking well before he brought it out. Need to sample before you serve. Good for you, better for them. He smirked.
"Alright, let's see what we have here," he got low towards Baron. Grabbing his cheek he smacked it a few times. "Yep out cold, your pal did a real number Amarie. Owen's right as usual. We should die him to the tree. When he awake he'll be dangling. You imagine that, legs kicking, squirming. Be a good ol' laugh. Bet he cries. Looks like a cryer."
He paused. "Did you really need to do this though. Look at him, he's helpless. Bet he wouldn't hurt a fly. He probably couldn't if he even tried. Was knocking him out really the best option. He could have talked to him, not just grunt and wave your gun around." He looked at Tobias. "I mean this dude ain't exactly a threat. He wasn't even using a loaded gun. Poor wounded animal all he is. Just torturous. We could head got him drunk, no need for fighting there smilee."
As the other reacted Ernie watched. Scar face had his gun up and the blonde biker with a big nose acted fast. Punched the heavy set attacker in the face, rendering him unconscious with one punch. It was impressive, he'd give him that. Ernie wasn't a fighter, one punch knockouts he couldn't do. Maybe if he had a shovel.
Taking a other sip he stood up. Dusting his hands off he walked past Charles to the knocked out guy. Ernie's breath reeked of alcohol, clearly already very drunk by the way he stumbled. He had been drinking well before he brought it out. Need to sample before you serve. Good for you, better for them. He smirked.
"Alright, let's see what we have here," he got low towards Baron. Grabbing his cheek he smacked it a few times. "Yep out cold, your pal did a real number Amarie. Owen's right as usual. We should die him to the tree. When he awake he'll be dangling. You imagine that, legs kicking, squirming. Be a good ol' laugh. Bet he cries. Looks like a cryer."
He paused. "Did you really need to do this though. Look at him, he's helpless. Bet he wouldn't hurt a fly. He probably couldn't if he even tried. Was knocking him out really the best option. He could have talked to him, not just grunt and wave your gun around." He looked at Tobias. "I mean this dude ain't exactly a threat. He wasn't even using a loaded gun. Poor wounded animal all he is. Just torturous. We could head got him drunk, no need for fighting there smilee."