The Red Swordsmen. Grunted loudly before forcing his way thought the too small doorway of Gambits, his hammer resting carelessly over his right shoulder. Red was bored and his Master was out doing godknowswhat. "Without me." The Red Orc grunted under his breath, obviously displeased with this turn of events. "Welp, can't do much can I?" Red made a habit of talking to himself, It kept the Orc busy in his boredom. "I 'ould find someone to scrap with." Red muttered, glancing around the area with a hopeful gleam in his hollowed eyes. "Or get me a drink."

He paused..vaguely watched a human coughing into his fist for a few moments before deciding to wander over to the bar...His Red bulk violently shoving aside tables and patrons as he made his way though Gambits.

The Red Swordsmen. flopped and shuffled his large bulk thought his usual path between the maze of tables and patrons, catching more then a few annoyed glares by the drink holders his question. The Orc hardly cared about the 'ummies and their 'proper ways of public behavior.' and the trail of spelled drinks and brushed aside patrons reflected his Orcish behavior.

Red was alone this night, his Master had decided to head out on his own little adventure without his Towering slave. Therefore Red had little to do beside drink, fuck, and fight, and that's exactly what the Red Orc was planning to do as he seated himself onto of the too small barstool.

The Red Swordsmen. has not missed the smoker's casual stare in his direction, and Red only sighed before letting the massive hammer slip from it's place on his right shoulder. A loud, wood splintering crash, erupted from the floor and Red gave a small chuckle at the sound. "Y'neva seen 'n Orc before?" Red bellowed, his hollowed out eye-sockets glancing leftward to Hands.

The Red Swordsmen. "No 'arm done." Red muttered before peering over the overly abused wood bar. " 'eres da damn tender? I don't tink I killed dis one." His grubby fingers tapped a dull beat along the said bar can he continues to lazily flick his hollowed gaze left and right. " 'n I dunt know 'ere dey keep da Squig juice!"

The Red Swordsmen. was alerted to the man's underling tone, and flicked his head back to stare at the male. "Stop being sa' nervvy, i'm not gonna eat ya." Red barked down to the human while picking out abit of slobber from between his rightmost tusk. " 'sides, 'ummies taste worse den stumpies." He said matter of factually before taking his seat. "Ya got a name 'ummie?"

The Red Swordsmen. "Oi! Ya see any Squig juice back dere?" Red boomed out to the Lizard behind the counter, fairly annoyed over the racket it's creating. With a small sigh the Orc turned his head back to the 'ummie..Hans. "Dey call me Red, or Big Red, Or dat big Stupy Grit!" He said with a shrug before turning his head back to the Lizard. "Well? 'urry up ya big stupid Grit!" He roared, slammed a fist onto the bar.

The Red Swordsmen. "Dere we go!" Red bellowed happily while he fucked broke the entire neck of the glass bottle with a squeeze of his hand. The foul liquid smelled of racid blood and bubbled slightly in thick, disguising, pops. "Ya new 'ere ya said? All 'ummies look da same to me." He spoke to Hans before bring the bubbling liquid to his cut lips. "No 'ffens" Red gargled around his drink, still looking g down to Hans.

The Red Swordsmen. cocked a Red brow at Dani's request, and a scowl would play across his tight face. "Ya some kind o' 'ummie tick?" He asked Dani, turning his head down to stare at the Vampire girl.

The Red Swordsmen. 's concentration was broken by the feeling of fur brushing up against his elbow. With a snort of surprise the Red Orc turned his head to the overzealous mutt sitting next to him. "I saw ya with dat runt back dere." Red didn't return his Old friend's greeting, and he nodded his head in the direction Azazyl came from. "Dat yours?"

He ignored both Dani's and Cally's comments toward him, obliviously finding this bit of business more important.

The Red Swordsmen. "Cuz runts bring problems." He muttered before raising the foul container to his lips once again. "Hate ta see you in a bind cuz of one." He shifted slightly, causing a rather loud groan of protest from the stool was seated on.

The Red Swordsmen. "Bored." Red grunted, shattering the now empty glass between his over sized hands. "After Masta Joker left, I've been bored out of me tick skull." He sighed before nodding over to the humans sitting behind him. "Even began yapping to da 'ummies, not ta be nice or nutting like dat. But to ne abby ta do somtin beside sitting on me Red ass." His fingers curled around the long hilt of his oversized hammer, find a wee bit of comfort in the metal. " "n look at ya, you got a bloody runt."

The Red Swordsmen. "I'm dead 'member?" Red bluntly replied, flicking his fingers to single another round of drinks. "Orc dun't get born like ya lot 'nyway. We're grown..like dose big old trees. Cept we get ta smash tings, Tree can only smash tings when dey fall." Red said matter of factually, shifting his weight once again. " 've seen enough 'ummies runts ta know da trouble dey...Aaaahah" A yawn interrupted his sentence, and Red spent a good thirty seconds picking his tusks before deciding to continue. "ta know da trouble dey attract. Ya seen 'ere we live 'n da tings dat live here."

The Red Swordsmen. " 'n Wot about the tings dat are attracted to runts?" Red propped his overly large head onto his equally broad palm. "I dun't tink ya can hold off all da tings that enjoy to eat children, na matter how big ya get."

The Red Swordsmen. "I'm more den willing ta scrap wiff ya." Red gave the Orc's only reply to intimidation, and a small grin would cut across his heavy face. "Wot'll ya say dat we got outside 'n scrap until ya can't stand no more." The prospect of have some escape from the boredom caused my Joker's absence caused an obvious effect on Red's body..And the Orc's muscles would tremor and grow slightly at the very idea of combat.

The Red Swordsmen. shuffled his large mass down his usual path of Patrons and Tables, caring little for the trail of spilled drinks and misplaced hips that followed him. Red was bored, the werewolf outside ran before he had much of a chance to dirty his hammer, and the Orc was forced to find yet another source of amusement.

" Bloody 'ell, 'eres all da scrapping at?" He boomed loudly, glancing left and right with a hopeful flicker within his hollowed eyes.

The Red Swordsmen. Grumbled loudly while he forced his way between the too small doorway of Gambits. TRed was bored and his Master was out doing godknowswhat, a common theme as of late. "Without me." The Red Orc grunted under his breath, obviously displeased with this turn of events. "Welp, can't do much can I?" Red made a habit of talking to himself, It kept the Orc busy in his boredom. "I 'ould find someone to scrap with." Red muttered, glancing around the area with a hopeful gleam in his hollowed eyes. "Or get me a drink."

He paused..vaguely watched a human coughing into his fist for a few moments before deciding to wander over to the bar...His Red bulk violently shoving aside tables and patrons as he made his way though Gambits.

The Red Swordsmen. gave a loud 'Hmph!' as he rounded his large girth though Gambit's swing doors, only to be slowed by both Joseph and Reeds' small confrontation. 'Otta da way ya gritz!' The Red Orc roared down to the pair of men, before attempting to force his imposing figure between the two.

Although rude, one must understand that Red is an Orc...and Orcs tend not to follow social tastes.