Morning Wood Saloon (Assassins League)

↘↘↘ Atlas rose an eyebrow as he watched the man that had once seemed to be in charge among the two go from victim to child, his emotions always eccentric and quick to change. He chuckled softly watching his reactions, and glanced towards the man that had saved him from his earlier... Forced interaction. The sight of it still lingered in his mind, which he quickly tried to dismiss. The look on Victor's face was just too painful a sight to want to remember. Taking a breath, Atlas went down the rest of the steps and made his way behind the counter; a waitress who had taken over for him nodded in approval and asked a few questions, but it didn't last long. Atlas only spent enough time explaining a few drinks and letting her know that he was on his way out before grabbing what seemed like a reasonable sum of cash that had been gathered from earlier in the day. His pay, of sorts for the day. As he stowed it away, Atlas glanced back at the other two who had initially caused the ruckus earlier.


↘↘↘ "So you chickened out in the end, huh?" Atlas remarked loudly as he approached both Victor and Ken. There were a few waitresses nearby who happened to have been talking to Ken, but a few seemed eager to move on as Atlas approached and gave a few of them a glance. "And here I was thinking you'd take all the waitresses at once. Anyway, best of luck with the saloon; I'd like to say good luck on running it and getting a new bartender, but to be blunt I really came over for my handguns." At that Atlas turned his attention towards Ken and raised an eyebrow. It had taken a while, but after looking out over the crowd earlier and from a little tip from the waitress behind the counter he had heard that Ken had retrieved his guns. Atlas outstretched his hand for the both of them, his features unwavering, posture stoic, and tone even. It seemed like the adrenaline had died down well enough.

↘↘↘ Atlas shook his head lightly in a fit of humor as Ken tried to pass of the liberation of his guns. As they were placed into his hands, Atlas soon found resting spots for them in the waist of his dress pants; slipping them in underneath the button up behind his back. "I appreciate you caring for them then. Those are adorable names." Atlas jested, looking over to Victor as he started to exclaim that the woman was a rapist. Turning his head to look back towards what remained of her and the new man, he couldn't help but chuckle. "Just a typical nymphomaniac. A little forceful and up front, but not so much a rapist. You weren't outright denying her either." Atlas went on, pondering the concept of shooting people once more.


↘↘↘ "Not today. It's bad for business, and it could potentially harm my chances of returning to work as a bartender again. For now though, I'll be taking my leave. Best of luck handling all the waitresses and rowdy patrons." Atlas finished, offering a small grin before making his way out to the employees back room; rummaging through his locker before leaving through the back door.





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