The Broken Bottle Pub

[Felix Dolohov]

Moe snorted, "The Circle ain't no heros, fuck if they can be bothered with anyone in this damn city aside from 'emselves." He snarled, jabbing a gnarled old finger at Dillon, "They say they're helpin' us, keeping us safe and stopping vamps and weres and demons from killin' us in our beds. No they bloody ain't. They're just makin' sure that no one sits heads and shoulders above the rest, that no one gets to rule this shitty little arsehole end of no-where. They couldn't give a shit if a lil girl gets Turned, they don't give a rutting saggy left nut-sack if some old lady got herself ripped apart, s'all about the balance and fuck anyone who wants a better life for them and theirs." He ranted furiously, jabbing his finger repeatedly, "Only people who're tryin' to protect anyone here is the EHPD, but they ain't had the numbers or the resources ever since they got ripped to bloody lil shreds years back. But they're back now, the Yard is bein' rebuilt and soon some of us'll be able to sleep in our beds knowin' that if we got attacked, someone would come runnin' to help us."

"Here here!" A few of the regular punters called,

"Good ol' Captain Wright!"

"Never leave a man hangin' that one."

"Fuck the Night Watch!"

"My wife left me!"

Felix refrained from slamming his head onto the table as Dave yet again wailed about his wife.

Moe nodded solemnly at the drunken rabble around him before taking his seat imperiously, eyeing the collection of 'youthes' in front of him, "Ain't no Circle-Night watchy feller welcome in here." He stated flatly to Dillon before returning his attention to the titty mag that Felix had beaten him over the head with earlier.

[Dillon Rickman]

"Agaaaain, sounding like your typical superhero..." Dillon pointed out. "I mean, when was the last time you saw a superhero save the day in an ordinary way? The climax of a superhero film is never 'superhero takes down mugger'. They only care if you've got four robot arms or can fly or shoot lasers out of your face."

He was slightly surprised that everybody sided with the cops. That wasn't how it was meant to go. The cops were canon fodder so the supervillain could take on the superheroes. Maybe he wasn't cut out for this supervillainy thing...

Instead, he decided to change the subject.
"So, how'd they arrest vampires then? I mean, they're technically already dead, and I don't think you can arrest a corpse..."

[Felix Dolohov]

Felix decided to interupt before Moe really got into it - having lived with the man, the blonde knew how much he loved to complain and his rants could last for hours, he actually wanted to sleep when he finished his shift later.

The blonde drew up another pint and hastily pushed it towards Dillon, "here, get this down your neck. on the house, just please be quiet?" He pleaded in an undertone before turning to Moe, "Uh, we're out of milk." He announced before the man could open his mouth.

Moe blinked at him, completely derailed, "Eh?"

"Err, yeah, milk. And fosters. And the magners original cider. And eggs." The blonde babbled swiftly, giving the old man something else to think about instead of the EHPD and the Circle and the evils of arresting vampires and the how tos of whatever the heck was flying around his head.

"Well what do you want me to do about it?" He demanded sourly.

Felix scowled, "Oh I don't know, go out tomorrow and buy some more? I'm your barman, not your frickin' housewife." He bit out, resisting the urge to plant his hands on his hips - he knew Zack would start laughing at him if he did and then Dillon would say something and Felix would have to put that glass somewhere uncomfortable.

"Then don't act like it." The human retorted, "I didn't ask you to clean the place."

"Forgive me if the idea of sharing living space with rodents and mould mutations teaching their young to hunt made me physically ill. No wonder you're hacking up blood in the mornings, I'm surprised you having spit-up a lung." He returned spitefully.

Moe grumbled and returned to his magazine, knowing that this battle had been lost.

He would get the kid to go out and buy the stuff tomorrow anyway, he was usually a lot more agreeable after he'd slept in for a while.

[Madoc Wythers]

Madoc nodded along with Moe's every word. He'd lost a few friends to the Circle/Night Watch over the years, albeit indirectly. Mostly they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, but Madoc still blamed the Night Watch for most of it.

He shot daggers at Dillon. He knew that adding to the rant would only make things worse, and he could see that Felix was looking stressed already, but he felt he had to say something.

"Look." He said to the slayer in a low voice that was almost a growl, "You want to be careful who you say things like that to. A lot of us have lost people because of the Night Watch and it's a very touchy subject. If you want to get involved in that, that's your business, but you'd better not be expecting a pat on the back for it."

He glared a little more to reinforce his point, and then went back to his pint. Until Dillon's next question, that was.

"Vampires ain't just corpses." He told him. "They're people. Again, you want to watch that kind of talk around here." He looked meaningfully at Zack and Felix. "As for arresting them, I'd guess like they'd arrest anyone. Heard they got a vampire themselves, probably to even out the odds."

He turned back to his pint again, but not before looking at the landlord and saying "Ah, lay off him Moe. He's a good kid."

[Dillon Rickman]

"Yeah, but crucially, they're dead people." Dillon pointed out. What could you say? He had no survival instinct. "Don't have a heartbeat, they're dead. Look, I ain't saying they're zombies or anything. Everybody knows zombies aren't real. But they are dead. That's just science." He wasn't too sure why he knew vampires had no heartbeat or exactly why he was so sure they were corpses, but he was.

He looked down at the free pint, and completely failed to stop talking. Nice try on Felix's part though.
"I mean, I guess you could arrest them. We just used to-" He paused, like he didn't quite know what he had just said. "...we just used to..." He trailed off again, like something was on the edge of his memory, but not quite there.

"Um, what were we talking about?" He asked blankly.

[Felix Dolohov]

Felix rubbed at his face, leaning against the bar, absently mouthing 'kid' in slight disgust, he didn't look that young did he? Maybe he should start going for the All-Black-Doom-And-Gothic-Apocolypse-Emo look that everyone had going on here, so far he was the only person in the entire bar who wasn't wearing a stitch of black clothing.

"We were talking about puppies." He stated blandly, "Puppies and rainbows and skittles raining from the sky." He added absently. Moe gave him an odd look before snorting, kid looked ready to rip his hair out and eat it so he decided not to comment on the free drink he'd given to the psychotic motor-mouth, in fact, he approved of trying to shut the menace up.

[Dillon Rickman]

"Oh, right!" Dillon carried on, like Felix had just reminded him and he'd actually remembered. "Like on those adverts. Tell you what, I was so disappointed when that didn't happen for real. I mean, skittles falling from the sky! It'd be great. Beat ordinary rain anyway..."

He paused to consider the puppies, and then added;
"But I guess the puppies would get messy. Depends how high they're falling from... And are the rainbows raining from the sky too, or just sorta, there? 'cause if they're raining, they'd look dead wierd..."

[Madoc Wythers]

((Madoc resents that, he's wearing blue jeans!))

Madoc frowned at Dillon, puzzled at his apparent memory loss. He shook his head and shrugged. Looking over to Felix, he noticed him mouthing the word 'kid'. He grinned, his eyes flashing mischeviously.

He laughed at Dillon's response to the young vampires sarcasm. "I don't think he meant the puppies were falling from the sky." He told him. The mood seemed to have gotten lighter again, and Madoc felt more comfortable, as though there had been a black cloud hovering over the bar and now it was gone.

[Zackary Kalen]

Zack remained quiet, soaking up the general opinion on The Circle. He could understand, perhaps, the human's view towards a group that promoted equality over protection. Especially as they were bottom of the proverbial food chain - even a well trained human would have trouble standing up to a vampire or a lycan, unless their training was exceptional.

"Well, I guess you can see why my cousin and I can't expect to have the friendliest of reunions. Lemartes is one of the biggest power-mongers I've met," he shrugged.

This...Edgehaven Police Department sounded interesting. And the name 'Wright' rang a couple of vague bells in his mind,

"Wright...Wright... ... ...didn't he blow up a demon a coupla months back? I heard some people gossiping in La Belle about some crazy human who used a gas main and took out half a street or something. You're saying they're mostly human, this police force?" he raised one eyebrow and took a drag of his cigarette, "That's certainly impressive, especially if they've been holding their own."

[Felix Dolohov]

Moe snorted, "Impressive ain't the word I'd use kid." He admitted, having served Wright alcohol for god only knows how long, he'd seen the man piss shit and puke with the best of them, and then get into fights. But he wasn't going to go into that. "More likely equal parts stubbornness and stupidity. But they're doin' something, which is more than any of them lot are doing." He added in a growl.

[Dillon Rickman]

"Blew up a demon? That sounds fun! I never got to blow up a demon... It's not fair..." Dillon grumbled to himself, miserably drinking his drink.

"So, hang on, let me get this straight. You guys hate the Watch because they blow up buildings and don't protect people, but then this guy blew up half a street and you all love him?"

Dillon sighed to himself.
"People are crazy."

He was apparently unaware of the irony of him being the one to say that.

[Felix Dolohov]

Moe snorted, "They evacuated the area first. An they blew themselves up in the process. All nice and fair like that way."

He didn't comment when he saw Felix massaging his head and pouring himself a shot of Jack.

[Madoc Wythers]

"Way I heard it, Wright got himself knocked out before the station blew up." Madoc said, laughing. He'd heard the story a few weeks ago from a friend, who had a friend, who knew someone who worked in the hospital. "Tried to climb the damn thing. His sergeant and corporal did the actual blowing up. Bloody good plan though." He added with a grin.
"Doubt you'd see Darkora going to that length."

"The way I see it," he explained to Dillon, trying to sort out the right words in his head, "is that people don't like the Night Watch because they're mostly vampires and lycans, led by a powerful lycan, and they go about doing big, epic things and not really caring who gets hurt in the process. Whereas the EHPD, well, they're a bunch of nobodies in uniform. But they know what's right and they protect the people, not just the city. They're just... people." He paused, wondering if he should say something else. Then he shrugged.

"People like the underdog." He said, summing up. "Always have." And then he went back to his pint, feeling self-concious after his speech.

[Felix Dolohov]

"They aren't heros." Felix stated flatly. "They're the kind of people you could have a pint with and laugh over fart jokes." He explained rubbing at his eyes, "From what folk say, you can't do that with the Night Watch, they think that they're better than regular people because they are heros."

[Dillon Rickman]

Dillon gave a shrug.
"Well, all the more for my super villain idea then. Y'know, nobody likes the Watch anyway, so who'll care if I go all evil 'mwahahaha' on them, and I'll get a rep." It wasn't his best thought through plan, but given this was Dillon, nothing ever was...

"They're probably pretty good at this whole heroing thing though." Dillon added sadly. "I mean, getting killed might, just might, put a dampner on my plans..."