Utterly Mad

Bar of Broken Mutants

I know what you're thinking, "Really AJ? Sugar Ray?" But this ain't shitty Sugar Ray (depending on your definition of punk rock), this is Sugar Ray when it was punk music. That and I wanted an excuse to use some music from the Road Rash soundtrack. And a dirty biker bar seems perfect for one of their 'earlier' and much better songs.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gjb7UD7jPqM&list=PL6436D0A287991AA9&index=11



Irving and Seb with Mrs. Marget's son Mac in-toe. You walk past the few drunks relieving themselves on the pungent smelling entry walls. Inside was a crowded mad house of humans and animal mutants with no place to call their own, people sitting at tables eating pies and pretzels while chugging down beer, people in the corner of the building either in hushed whispers or making out. Almost everyone is dressed in some form of leather armor, which probably adds more to the horrid smell of sweat and cigarette smoke in the place. A drunken beagle-mutant stupidly stumbles through you guys as you enter the bar, falling flat on his face once he stepped off the bars porch. Mac instinctively dodges a bottle flung at him, "Really jackass that's how you greet your "favorite" waiter? Man I had a long day dammit!" He says at some tattooed biker dude who was ripped to the point his muscles had muscles, and everytime the man flexed it looked like his tattooed were flowing and moving. The man stands up from the table and puts Mac in a headlock and starts teasing him, "So where'd you find him this time Seb? With that damn dealer again," He looks at Mac, "Son I keep telling you that its nothing but a gateway drug, me and your mother are going to have a long talk about this with you." ((Hope you don't mind Hobocop, it seemed to fit the character you have going)) The man's name was Jared Margret, husband of Mary Margret, and the father of Mac Margret; the family of bikers are practically Seb's family at this point, with the only person not really liking Seb being their son.

Jared points to behind the bar with son still headlocked and tells the group the entered the building that his wife was in the back counting out what they made and brewing the next batch of her famous booze.


Meanwhile in the RV

Botnit- 1991


The radio lazily played its tunes while Zaweri tinkered around with his gun some more, hoping that something would finally click into place or that the recoil spring would fix itself. But after a little bit of tinkering he came to a final solution eliminate the jews *offensive humor* *offensive humor*, just going to the armory after they get what they needs and asking for a replacement part. You could probably exchange that bag of weed you got for something of higher quality and durability then your current recoil spring.