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Characters: Ares and Goliath
Date/Time: Saturday night, 8/24
Location: A dive bar somewhere in Montana
Rating: Probably gonna be an R here.
Warnings: Cursing and violence, of course.
Summary: Two big guys who solve disagreements by hitting things. What could go wrong?


The place was further out than he usually roamed but Ares figured that a change wouldn't kill him. Besides, his temper had recently appeared again and the flare-ups had resulted in his banishment from two of his favorite local bars. So, in an attempt to still find the sort of low-class, laid-back comfort he craved, he and his trusty Jeep had driven out beyond his usual rounds to find a pleasantly smokey bar that clearly fell under the classifications of dive and biker-bar and dubious health inspection report card.

He liked it.

He liked it even more as he sprawled at the bar with a cold beer in his hand, listened to the sound of tinny Led Zepplin played over the jukebox, and watched the game develop at the pool table in the corner. Idly, he toyed with the idea of scrounging a cigarette off someone.

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"... Worse. That was a total cock-tease of a fight." Lukas sighed, shook his head, and turned back to the bartender who blinked at him. "Are you gonna call the cops?" he demanded.

The bartender hesitated for only a split second and then he shook his head firmly. "No, sir. Not me." He picked up the bills on the bartop. "I'd say you paid your way to some fun. It's just fine."

Turning away, he poured two more whiskeys and slid them across to Lukas and Jake. Lukas grinned, lifted his in salute, and knocked it back. "Good," he said. "Good, man, good."

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"Friggin' a," Goliath muttered, accepting the drink. "Oh well, is what it is," he said with a shrug, cracking his neck a little.

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"Yep. Fun while it lasted." Rolling his shoulders, the other man settled back onto his stool. "So... You from around here, Jake?"

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He shook his head. "Cape Cod in Massachusetts. I was here for a bit of a gathering." He indicates the colors on his jacket, that of the Hell's Angels.

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"Ah, gotcha." Nodding, Lukas rotated his glass in his hand. "Thought I knew the logo. Hell of a distance to go, really, but it's club business so it is what it is." He paused. "I'm out here in Montana, myself, and, you know, this is going to sound really strange but you seem damn familiar. Have we ever met before?"

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Jake looked over at him with a questioning look before a lightbulb went off in his head. He looked to make sure the bartender couldn't hear.

"Not personally, though I think we chatted on a certain supernatural chat page awhile back."

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"... Yeah, there we go. Small world." Lukas sat back a bit more on his stool and sighed. Then he offered a crooked wry smile. "Ares," he added in a low undertone.

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"Goliath," he replied equally.

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"Looks like we really do have the same tastes in things," he chuckled. "Eh, whatever. At least I know you're not going to look down on me for this."

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"I'm 6'9, I look down on almost everybody," he replied with dry humor.

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"Funny. Hilarious, even. How long you in Montana?"

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"I know, I shouldn't quit my day job. Probably two more days before I head out again."

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"Yeah, I can't see how sticking around a place like this compares to club duties back east." He shrugged. "Still, small world, huh? It's good to meet you."

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"Well at the very least I plan on hitting that strip club in town before I leave." He extends his hand to the other man. "Likewise."

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Two big hands met in a firm shake that tested but avoided being overly obnoxious about exerting testosterone and manhood. Then Ares smirked. "Don't hit the club tonight," he cautioned. "Tomorrow night has better looking girls."

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"Heh, I'll keep that in mind." After the handshake he gets up. "I get the feeling we'll see each other again, but take care in the meantime."

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"You're probably right. Can't swing a cat in this country anymore without hitting one of us. But, y'know, I think it'll be fine. If nothing else, I know you can hold your own." Ares made a vague gesture to the devastation surrounding them and gave a cruel smirk again. "Drive safe out there, Jake. I'll see you around."