Elizabeth
ORGE- The Bench
Its a small bar that is crowded with both Russian Mobsters and Bikers, you see a hallway to the right that probably leads to the manager's office and the bathrooms. To the left and right of you are tables, rows and rows of tables with a few thugs sitting at each of them. Up ahead is the bar with thugs lining the seats getting drunk, behind the bar is a heavy set woman with a leather jacket, chaps, fingerless leather gloves, and grey curly hair. She ain't a looker, that's for sure.
You count at least 15 of the fuckers in this room, including the bartender. They all start getting up from their seats, one pipes up, "Who the fuck let you in?" Another chimes in, "Why are you wearing that rubber mask, Halloween ain't here yet." And then another, "Alright boys, lets show our new guest a good time." The rickety wooden floor rumbles under your feet as they all charge after you carrying chairs, knives, and broken bottles.
Threats:
XThug, Guarding Door [Neutralized]
>Thug, charging after you [Knife]
>Thug, charging at you [Bottle]
>Thug, charging after you [Chair]
>Thug, charging after you [Knife]
>Thug, charging after you [Knife]
>Thug, charging after you [Knife]
>Thug, charging after you [Chair]
>Thug, charging at you [Bottle]
>Thug, charging after you [Chair]
>Thug, charging after you [Knife]
>Thug, charging after you [Chair]
>Thug, charging at you [Bottle]
>Thug, charging at you [Bottle]
>Thug, charging after you [Knife]
>Thug, charging after you [Chair]
Aaron
Zombie Hyperdrive- Red Eyes
Your sneakers scrape on the rough stone staircase as you head down towards the door. Rapping on the door a bald man with bright green eyes answers the door. "Hey are you the stripper?", he asks with the door wide open behind him. Inside you see a large game room with a few tables in the back, rows and rows of pool tables take up the majority of the place, with a large bar in the upper right corner of the room all stocked with booze and currently serving about five guys. On the TVs above the bar you see it broadcasting the baseball game, apparently Miami is winning... well hows-about we secure an actual victory for this town, hmmm? You also notice you have to take a small set of wooden steps down into the bar.
You count about 15 people (excluding the door guard), most of them have cue sticks in hand and most of them are either distracted by the game or are shooting pool.
Threats
>Thug, talking to you [?]
>Thug, distracted [Pool Cue]
>Thug, distracted [Pool Cue]
>Thug, distracted [Pool Cue]
>Thug, distracted [Pool Cue]
>Thug, distracted [Pool Cue]
>Thug, distracted [Pool Cue]
>Thug, distracted [Pool Cue]
>Thug, distracted [Pool Cue]
>Thug, distracted [Pool Cue]
>Thug, drinking [?]
>Thug, drinking [?]
>Thug, drinking [?]
>Thug, drinking [?]
>Thug, drinking [?]