07-07-2011, 10:52 PM
It was normally at this part in the night that the Marine, formerly Civilian would stagger up to the Karokee bar and belt out an AC/DC tune, usually to impress the ladies but for the most part to fulfill some sense of rock star before retiring back to the bar. Bars where a place to pick up a drunk girl, have a fun night and then conveniently forget about the night before, but tonight he had little ambition to be anything more than a drunk at a bar. That was going fine until his curiosity was peaked, eyes scanning across the bar as a curious looking fellow joined them at the bar. Something about him had him wondering just what his issue was.
He downed the glass of whiskey just as easily as he had the last 4 and ordered another. Before turning to the man, studying his face for a moment. Being a special forces marine, he was taught how to read and observe without letting on he was doing so, but he was quite a few drinks in now and it was probably being telecasted across the bar. Finally he shrugged, and turned back in his seat, being rewarded with another glass, speaking under his breath.
“Damn transgendered faggots”
He downed the glass of whiskey just as easily as he had the last 4 and ordered another. Before turning to the man, studying his face for a moment. Being a special forces marine, he was taught how to read and observe without letting on he was doing so, but he was quite a few drinks in now and it was probably being telecasted across the bar. Finally he shrugged, and turned back in his seat, being rewarded with another glass, speaking under his breath.
“Damn transgendered faggots”