Going Nowhere Fast (Honest John)

OoC: As you know, I'm using Andrew, the link to him being in my sig. Let's hope this shall be a battle of pure awesomeness.

BiC:

As soon as the swinging doors were pushed in, the smell of liquor entered Andrew’s nostrils. “Ugh, smells like something died in here…” With a quick look around the western style bar, he saw that everyone was either gambling, drunk beyond the point of normal, or just completely passed out. However, there was one man whose condition was hidden by large brown cowboy hat. He seemed to be the only one who followed the Western theme.

“That’s odd…” Andrew raised an eyebrow in suspicion. Avoiding the gaze of several vicious looking men, the demon made his way toward the cowboy. With a closer inspection, he saw that the man with a cowboy’s attire has also been drinking. A rancid odor of strong beer surrounded the man. Andrew, having second thoughts, tentatively walked away from him and toward the yelling gamblers.

When he reached the worn down table, which had playing cards scattered over its surface, Andrew saw what the argument was over. “Apparently,” Began a large man in a bellowing tone, “we have a cheater in our midst… Now, I don’t know ‘bout you fellas, but I can’t stand a cheater!”

Even someone as thick as Andrew could see what this was leading. Immediately, the demon went to intervene, “Hey, this is no reason to start an all out war…”

“Shut yer mouth perty boy! You ain’t in on this, are ya’?” said the same big man as before. It became evident that he was the boss at the poker table.

“Heh… Not that I know of,” The demon grew a tad bit over confident when he said this as the reaction from the man showed.

“What’s tha’ supposed ta’ mean!?” the man stood from his seat, and his gargantuan size was only confirmed.

“Nothing!” Andrew took a few steps back, but the damage was done.

“Ya’ little brat!” the man’s large fist slammed against the table, knocking it over. What was soon to come was fairly obvious, but the demon, being the moron he is, wouldn’t just back down.

“Hey! I’ll have you know that I could take you out with a single blow!” He threatened.

“Oh, really? I’d like ta’ see ya’ try!”

What happened next couldn’t be distinguished, but apparently the cowboy had grown tired of the noise they were causing.

OoC: Aight... Um... Take it from there I guess. Sorry for the shortness and stuff... -__-;;

I guess you named the title amptly.

IC: He was sitting there with his empty glass in hand, trying to drown a headache in alchohol. These idiots behind him didn't really help the situation. Still, he thought, it's better than being out in the middle of this desert. Then again, out there he wouldn't get drunk. On the other hand-“Shut yer mouth perty boy! You ain’t in on this, are ya’?”

“Heh… Not that I know of.”

“What’s tha’ supposed ta’ mean!?”

“Nothing!”

Here he began to get mildly frustrated.

“Ya’ little brat!”

BOOM.

“Hey! I’ll have you know that I could take you out with a single blow!”

Now he was getting angry.

“Oh, really? I’d like ta’ see ya’ try!”

That's it, he thought, reaching for his gun. With a single movement, he blew the gambler away and attempted to pistol-whip the guy who had begun to stir up the place.

OoC: Indeed... Well, here we go!

BiC:

"Woah!" the demon yelled as the man he'd just been arguing with fell to the ground. He was about to say something incredibly stupid when he saw that the man whipped his gun around, aiming the barrel at Andrew. Instead of doing what any normal person would do and duck, or at least dodge, THIS person actually stood there, staring blankly at the fast approaching gun.

At the last second, Andrew's hand shot up, attempting to withhold the pistol with his gloved hand. "I think that this isn't the most retarded thing to do... Though I could be wrong... Seeing as I've been wrong about this kind of thing several times before..."

As the gun's barrel made contact with his hand, the shock on Andrew's face was apparent. Though not showing it immediately, the weapon had just left a huge bruise on the demon's hand... And, pathetically, ego. He gritted his teeth and spoke, "Well... Wasn't that something..."

Andrew bought down his hand, trying not to cry in pain or to shake his hand to relieve the pain. "That was nothing... You should see the OTHER things I've been slapped with." He spoke with such an arrogant and boastful nature, one would be surprised he was still alive, even at such a young age.

"But, you must understand," Andrew continued, not caring about the fact that with each word, he was just causing more commotion and chaos, "I'm a swordsman! And no one can offend my honor like that! Prepare to be beaten, for THIS demon doesn't take any slaps from anyone... Even that one girl in that one town... But that is a story for another day!"

The moron chuckled a little and drew his blade. "Here's to a good fight!" Once he exclaimed this, he took a bottle of liquor closest to him and drank every last drop. Now, Andrew, having his abnormally small brain, had just tasted liquor for the first time. If you take into consideration the phrase, "Results May Vary"... Then you may guess exactly what happened next. The demon had just gotten himself drunk.