Post by VINCENT KIMBLY on Feb 15, 2012 21:08:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #eeebe3; width: 450px, bTable] [style=background-color: #e0674f; width: 100px; border-right: 4px solid #edd4ca; float: left; padding: 10px; height: 520px; font-family: arial; font-size: 20px; color: #f1efe9; letter-spacing: -1px; ] notes huehuehue count pfft tags Lion [/style][style=background-color: #fbfaf8; border-right, border-top, border-bottom: 4px solid #e8e5de; -webkit-border-radius: 2px; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding:8px; text-align:justify; color: #6d6d6d; padding: 20px; overflow: auto; text-transform: lowercase; height: 500px; overflow: auto;]For a bounty hunter, bars were essential in information gathering. Not only were they good for a drink, they were a place to meet people from all over the world. These people often carried tales of adventure with them and, usually, these people have run into pirates or where pirates themselves. This is why you could usually find bounty hunters flocking to these places, although some took it a bit far and ended up drinking more than they listened. Vincent had long since discovered the many uses for a bar, but drinking was not among them. Of course he did have a drink or two, but only for appearances. When the bitter liquid was splashing across his tongue and he repressed the following grimace, he'd be listening. The rowdy table nearby could be a group of pirates, small fry but if there was a bounty on any of them he'd make time. He wasn't broke, really, just not picky about money. A little, a lot, didn't matter. He had a long list of things he wanted and quite a few of them could be bought, so any amount made him that much closer to his goal. But all this... waiting. Even if he was here for the sole purpose of getting info or to find some drunken pirate to kick the shit out of, all this waiting was making him antsy. He preferred to be caught up in the action, to feel the blood pumping through his veins. All this damn sitting and waiting was beginning to drive him insane. It's been weeks, no, months since he'd last fought someone and that same bubbling feeling was returning. It was either fight someone or something or... Vince feel his blues eyes lock on to a rather shapely posterior swaying past him. Maybe... maybe his tension was due to something else. Either way, he'd been feeling something these past weeks and it was coming to a head. He just knew something big was on it's way and he had no idea what it was. Whatever it happened to be... it was annoying as hell. He took a hardy swig from his glass, hissing as the liquid dropped into his stomach, setting it ablaze. He wasn't here to drink, but he still damn enjoyed a good one.[/style] |
