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You enter the well known brightly dressed in neon establishment wishing for a drink or such to help with your long journey. Within what seems like minutes a young green haired white irish man comes up to the counter attending to your needs.

“So what bes it lad? You thirsty or Hungry? We have a great collection of food and drink. The grub is good so our patrons say.”

The smell of cigarettes and guisness fills your nose. You’d glance at an overflowing ash tray belonging to tommy. He’d smirk to himself and you’d fiddle around looking for the money in your pocket. You’d also notice the no miners or minors served sign on the counter.

“Your going to have a good time here buddy at The Pub in The Middle.”
Tommy would say in cocky confidence then you’d notice various robots and androids outside driving intoxicated patrons in their nice fancy strange vehicles.

“These are special chaffeurs for when you have one too much my friend. There was too many accidents last year from those drunkards.”

Tommy would say with concern in his face then afterwards look back at you.

“What will it be buddy?”

You’d look around noticing the pubs damaged interior seemingly from a few brawls or such. You feel like your going to have a good time.

A rather short saiyan female sat on the stool before the bar. Her dark eyes looked to the man, one had a scar adorning it. Her expression was stern, hardened from many years of battles and ruling a planet. Her dark brown tail hung low, nearly touching the ground as she crossed her muscled arms on the counter before her.

"A water, for now."

She looked around, examining the interior of the pub. It certainly wasn't the fanciest place she had been to, but she felt comfortable. A homy room with a good chance for a fight. Anyone who knew about saiyans knew that nearly all of them loved a good fight.

-Passes the water and has a brief cigarette.-

“One for the madame. Heh,reminds me of some of the warriors I faced on mars once.”

He’d have a look reminiscent of someone looking in awe with him deep in thought about the mars warriors.

“Pretty strong. All female and human. Not as strong as someone like you.”

He’d sit on his stool looking around the pub awaiting people or such to join him.

A teenage boy of about 19 would come out of a backroom and whisper to tommy. Frusrated I would slam the lad’s face on the bar into some glass bottles of beer then push him down unconiscious. He’d go off to play some tunes from his Ipod Nano which was modified in a way. The first song from it would start playing,Here I go again by Whitesnake. It is fairly loud causing the glass to tremble and shake a bit.

As if summoned by the call for warriors a swirling portal opened with many a tentacle writhing out to grasp at things and people to drag into places unknown. From the portal, it is not a tentacled monstrosity that comes out though, but instead is a short, muscled man wearing armor. "Odsblood.." The dwarf muttered to himself as he heard the loud music from the bar before the portal closed behind him. He headed towards the bar proper hopping up on a stool. "'Ello there, mates. Ye blokes still serving coffee? I.." He looked around looking for a clock, "Well, I guess I donna know what time it is right now so I'd wager time o' the day don't matter much here. Or maybe its timelines that don't matter? Huh.." He rubbed his beard thoughtfully whilst pondering the effects of caffeine on the infinity of space and time.

"Fine shortie. We are still serving if you want. Caffeine huh?"

Tommy started making a fresh cup of coffee and such,him pushing away a ashtray filled with broken or stubbed cigarettes for a coffee maker starting to get work for him.

The dwarf chuckles when the bartender has the gall of calling a shortie. He doesn't act on it though having long gotten used to it. Besides, if he'd kill every single person that made fun of his height there'd be no tall folk left.

As the coffee starts brewing and the ashtrays are set aside he begins to relax a bit. Though he doesn't partake much on it on account of being a fighter and liking to keep his senses alert the smell of smoke and alcohol is comforting to him due to being a dwarf.

"Aye mate." He responds, "Only two things can wake ya up faster than coffee. An axe coming down to yer head or an ingested mixture of sulfur, charcoal, and potassium nitrate. Even in me profession I reckon coffee is the most accessible of the three."

“I often have to live with bullets coming at me,part of the job. Keeps me awake like a nice shot of morphine I rarely get to have.”

The green haired man would chuckle too and inject a needle filled with a unknown substance,possibly morphine and then he threw it away.

“Apologies. Anyways how are things in your world? Things are going well for me,need new guns through and I do get the odd contract to kill someone.”

The dwarf doesn't react to the blatant injection from the barkeep-- he's still waiting on his coffee after all! Can't have any reactions if he's not caffeinated.

"Most bartenders do." Chuckles the dwarf. "Or at least those who's establishment is worth their salt. Really who comes to a pub that can't offer a good brawl?"

As for his world, "Couldn't tell ya," He shrugs, "Feels like a bloody eternity since I've been there. I've been keeping meself busy killing these blithering tentacle faced basterds that keep poppin' outta nowhere." He reaches to grabs some chips. "Never really cared much for guns meself. Not personal enough. I like to see wankers die up close when I stick 'em with my Urgrosh."

"So, yer a hitman AND a bartender, aye? How does that work? Do ya stick to one specific dimension or go all around the Multiverse mercing blighters? I bet that really rakes in the dough."

“I am actually an assassin but I do contracts. Anyways coffee’s done and bob’s your uncle. I went back in tine whilst you were waiting and got you an uncle bob.”

Tommy would give him the done coffee in a tad dirty but not too dirty cup that was a bit chipped. It was the best he could find after last night’s brawl.

“I jump around the timeline or go to different worlds to kill specific targets the highest paying contractor gives me and yep it does help me pay the bills.”

"Hmm.." The dwarf takes the coffee without giving much comment on the going back in time and giving him an uncle. Even if it wasn't jest family didn't matter much to him anymore. After being to the realm of the Star Gods he might be an Eldritch abomination himself.

"How does one get involved in that?" Asks the dwarf whilst sipping his coffee. "Time traveling assassinations."

“Really good instinct,powers and well technology. Sometimes from my friend mr.moon he gets visions of futures and can see alternate timelines. I go back in the past before my target does his thing and such and kill him when I get the chance. Excuse me,this song is getting on my nerves.”

Tommy would go to a backroom and change the current song from whitesnake which was on loop for some reason by an unknown prankster employee to killer queen by queen with him turning down the volume a bit then heading back to his stool which he sat on and served his patrons considering it was currently happy hour with cheap discounts and certain items being on the house.

The dwarf looked pensively at his coffee cup. Good instincts? Well, he'd been an adventurer once but some would say he's mad now, and he'd be inclined to agree. Powers? He had them, maybe, they're not exactly reliable. And Technology? Magic is like technology, right? If only he knew some way of manipulating his curse.

"Mr. Moon, huh? Sounds like bloke I knew once." Mutters he as he seems to consider a few more things, not really paying attention to the boom box or the music around him.

"Wait a tic, if yer oracle mate gets a vision and ya go back in time to off the blighter before he does anything... then who's paying you?"

“My contractor.”

Tommy looked like he did not have a care in the world as he was in his youth in dublin.

"Oh.." The dwarf leaned back and rubbed his beard pensively again. That actually did make sense, and yet, for all the things the bartender had said it seemed that what one needed to be a time traveling assassin was actually a good contractor.

"Do contractors usually come to these parts?" Asked he, as he figured the best place to start looking was in a Multiversal hub such as this bar.

"Yes,uh excuse me for a second."

Tommy noticed a red haired figure with a goatee and would grimace as he came inside.

"Brother you have been banned from ere why the hell are you here!"

"Back off tommy I am here to teach you and the rest of these patron punks a lesson!"

Dmitri charged grabbing a wooden chair and throwing at tommy who would dodge surprisingly well with it hitting the back wall breaking. Soon there was brief silence and the other patrons of the bar started fighting and dmitri enjoyed every minute of this as he got involved too.

When the chair was thrown at the bar abruptly, the dwarf was standing a few feet away, well away from the projectile's trajectory. It was as if he hadn't been sitting at the bar just moments before. Then, as the fight broke out he continued sipping his coffee looking on with amused red eyes. It felt like an eternity since he'd been involved in a brawl.

But then, his eyes zeroed in on Dimitri. This bloke had almost made him spill his coffee.

Spill his coffee.

Spill his coffee and make him stop listening to the voices.

Mad as he was, Pint was loath to pull out weapons in a fist fight. It was like bringing magic into a duel, he may be insane but he wasn't no cheating coward.

And so, setting his coffee cup aside, the dwarf walked calmly into the brawl and started throwing aside patrons with mere backhands. He wasn't interested in the other patrons, he wanted to hurt this Dimitri guy and judging by the way he was casually tossing people aside the dwarf meant business.

Dimitri would smugly grin and observe the dwarf. He'd pulled out a FAMAS Assault Rifle and fired wildly wounding other patrons and briefly activated a barrier not allowing the dwarf to reach him.

Weapon spotted!

That meant Pint could pull out his own.

The dwarf unsheathed his Urgrosh 'Snickersnack' as one would pull out a sword and parried those stray bullets sent his way. The projectiles ricocheting off the cursed steel and hitting walls and patrons alike, he didn't really care. In fact, if Pint had any code of honor at all he might be offended that Dimitri didn't want to do an old fashioned fist fight first before resorting to weapons-- but really the dwarf can't fault a bloke for playing to his strengths.

With that being said, Pint dashed towards the barrier protected Dimitri and swung a punch to it using the axe head of his Urgrosh to strike.

Let's see how this barrier stood up to Snickersnack, the blade that could wound the Sleeper of R'lyeh himself and could kill a Jabberwock in one hit.