Post by High Tide on Jul 17, 2015 21:15:58 GMT -5
It pained High Tide to not be able to use the big fancy ship he had so taken a liking too, but this week there was too much at stake. One would expect in times of need, that the pirate would default back to a sleazy bar, with dust as thick as cream lining the place. Yet, once again, this was no everyday occasion. Two matches were on the card for this week which could only mean contenders for the tag belts was up for grabs.
For this occasion, Tide had travelled to one of his less used watering holes. Reminding himself not to throw the metal framed, glass center door open, he used restraint when opening it. Stepping in, he tipped his hat off his face to get a good sweeping view of the place. No, he decided after a few moments, it hadn't changed at all. There were still only twenty, five man tables, sitting in the corner like a sea of black. The dance floor was painted as if it were a football field, indoors, and this area was larger than the seating area. There was of course a stage, where a polka metal fusion band was busy assaulting the crowd with their innovation. Tide smiled as he made his way to his table, table 12. He liked that he didn't have to order when he came here, he had not but to sit and wait to be served.
The ale came quickly, two to start, but he would last a little longer later on in the evening, he chuckled to himself as the waitress walked away, her rear engulfing his view like flashing lights in the rear view mirror. Later there could be pleasure, but for now there was only the business of his thoughts, his strategic planning for the match. There was no sense in doing any more physical stuff, either the alcohol would get him through the match in the next few hours, or it wouldn't. Time would tell.
Perfect froth level, he noticed smiling as he sipped (for any regular person it would appear to be a gulp, but this was after all a pirate) his ale. He was disappointed Wasp couldn't make it, but he had said he was busy dealing with something urgent, and Tide had no reason to doubt or question his friend. They had only teamed up again recently and so getting together wasn't always the easiest thing to do. Still, they had a hell of a shot at winning this match. They had held off the New Breed before, and none of the teams they had to face at the Iceys were of that quality.
Tide had been thinking about it since the match had been announced. Sure, Saniti and Dollface were strong singles stars, sure. But did they really have what it takes to be a successful, dominant tag team? Unquestioned cohesion, unwavering trust, unfaltering tag strategy? He doubted it, and then there was the question of how long until things inevitably became volatile, as such things happened when two off the wall people try to exist as one entity.
What about Judge and Jury? He wasn't sure about Jury to be honest, and he really liked Judge, but when it came down to it, his experience just wasn't going to cut it. Like he had said to Wasp on the phone the night before, Saniti and Dollface were the issue to focus on, and the only way Judge and Jury were going to score a victory was if The Sea Men tunnel too hard on them. A tricky landscape with more than two teams involved, but this wasn't his first underwater rodeo. He sighed as he “sipped” his ale again and got into the next one. Days like these made him nostalgic, and he just hoped that the match would be good. He missed the New Breed, pain in the asses that they were, because damn it, for all their turmoil, they had at least put up a good fight. Now he was going against two insane and unstable people, and the cast of Law and Order. It was almost a joke.
When the waitress came by next, a thought occured to Tide. “Miss, is it just me or do I get meaner and more jaded the more I drink?” Tide asked a rare moment of clarity.
The pretty brunette laughed a little and smiled. “Oh you definitely get a little mean Mr. Tide, but some of us like it rough,” she giggled winking as she left his next two ales on the table. Tide couldn't help but smile, pausing only to greedily gulp from his true best friend. He was glad the match wasn't too soon for a little pleasure, because shacking up with the waitress was going to be a perfect little confidence booster for an important match. As long as Wasp didn't get hung up on whatever urgent matter he was attending to, because otherwise he was certain their finely honed syncrhonized skills would come back to them and it would be as if no time had passed at all since their time on the top.
Tide quickly finished his fourth liquid courage and pulled out a twenty dollar bill to tip the barmistress. On the bill he quickly jotted his number down, before getting up, and with a wistful smile at the dance floor, departing his favourite of all time bar. It would be a few hours before she would call, right at the end of her shift no doubt, but he wanted to check on Wasp, and it was a long walk.
For this occasion, Tide had travelled to one of his less used watering holes. Reminding himself not to throw the metal framed, glass center door open, he used restraint when opening it. Stepping in, he tipped his hat off his face to get a good sweeping view of the place. No, he decided after a few moments, it hadn't changed at all. There were still only twenty, five man tables, sitting in the corner like a sea of black. The dance floor was painted as if it were a football field, indoors, and this area was larger than the seating area. There was of course a stage, where a polka metal fusion band was busy assaulting the crowd with their innovation. Tide smiled as he made his way to his table, table 12. He liked that he didn't have to order when he came here, he had not but to sit and wait to be served.
The ale came quickly, two to start, but he would last a little longer later on in the evening, he chuckled to himself as the waitress walked away, her rear engulfing his view like flashing lights in the rear view mirror. Later there could be pleasure, but for now there was only the business of his thoughts, his strategic planning for the match. There was no sense in doing any more physical stuff, either the alcohol would get him through the match in the next few hours, or it wouldn't. Time would tell.
Perfect froth level, he noticed smiling as he sipped (for any regular person it would appear to be a gulp, but this was after all a pirate) his ale. He was disappointed Wasp couldn't make it, but he had said he was busy dealing with something urgent, and Tide had no reason to doubt or question his friend. They had only teamed up again recently and so getting together wasn't always the easiest thing to do. Still, they had a hell of a shot at winning this match. They had held off the New Breed before, and none of the teams they had to face at the Iceys were of that quality.
Tide had been thinking about it since the match had been announced. Sure, Saniti and Dollface were strong singles stars, sure. But did they really have what it takes to be a successful, dominant tag team? Unquestioned cohesion, unwavering trust, unfaltering tag strategy? He doubted it, and then there was the question of how long until things inevitably became volatile, as such things happened when two off the wall people try to exist as one entity.
What about Judge and Jury? He wasn't sure about Jury to be honest, and he really liked Judge, but when it came down to it, his experience just wasn't going to cut it. Like he had said to Wasp on the phone the night before, Saniti and Dollface were the issue to focus on, and the only way Judge and Jury were going to score a victory was if The Sea Men tunnel too hard on them. A tricky landscape with more than two teams involved, but this wasn't his first underwater rodeo. He sighed as he “sipped” his ale again and got into the next one. Days like these made him nostalgic, and he just hoped that the match would be good. He missed the New Breed, pain in the asses that they were, because damn it, for all their turmoil, they had at least put up a good fight. Now he was going against two insane and unstable people, and the cast of Law and Order. It was almost a joke.
When the waitress came by next, a thought occured to Tide. “Miss, is it just me or do I get meaner and more jaded the more I drink?” Tide asked a rare moment of clarity.
The pretty brunette laughed a little and smiled. “Oh you definitely get a little mean Mr. Tide, but some of us like it rough,” she giggled winking as she left his next two ales on the table. Tide couldn't help but smile, pausing only to greedily gulp from his true best friend. He was glad the match wasn't too soon for a little pleasure, because shacking up with the waitress was going to be a perfect little confidence booster for an important match. As long as Wasp didn't get hung up on whatever urgent matter he was attending to, because otherwise he was certain their finely honed syncrhonized skills would come back to them and it would be as if no time had passed at all since their time on the top.
Tide quickly finished his fourth liquid courage and pulled out a twenty dollar bill to tip the barmistress. On the bill he quickly jotted his number down, before getting up, and with a wistful smile at the dance floor, departing his favourite of all time bar. It would be a few hours before she would call, right at the end of her shift no doubt, but he wanted to check on Wasp, and it was a long walk.