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Unbeknownst to most people in the room Loki had been passed out from a vigorous round of drinking earlier that morning. Proud to say he won a bet that pocketed him thirty beli and what was no doubt going to be a massive hangover when he sobered up. Unfortunate for him though when he had passed out in the corner the man who had lost the bet came back and took his money back. Back to the fortunate side of things he didn't take all of the money Loki had been carrying that night. Of course in his current drunk stage all of this was unknown to him as he eased himself up with a lot of help from the walls he was leaning against. It took Loki a moment to center himself when he finally got himself up on both his feet without waving back and forth. With his eyes still focused on the ground he ran a hand through his soft blonde hair when his attention was grabbed by the sounds of shouting and mumbling. Quite loud mumbling at that, as if the entire bar was murmuring to themselves. Loki had managed to 'get to know' a few people who knew some of the gang members Loki was looking for. While most of that previous was a blur he didn't think he learned anything important. So far all Loki knew was that a guy named La Chica Blanca would be around later today. While he leaned against the wall he took a moment to listen and waited, hoping he would heard a bit more information about Jeff from his captors loose lips. However most everything he heard was simple gasps and "Who's That?" Loki couldn't help but be a little concerned and had an odd feeling that as soon as he looked up everybody would be staring at him. Slowly his head tilted back up towards the crowd. All of the people in the bar were standing upright and staring towards the bar itself which held two girls and a bartender behind them who seemingly started to retreat back with a look as if he was ready to shit his pants. Immediately Loki knew what was about to happen. Once in his life before, when he was a few years younger he had stumbled upon a situation similar to this. When the whole bar gets up and stares each other down in somewhat of a silence waiting for the first punch to be thrown. A smile rose to his face.

BAR FIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!

The sudden loud noise and Loki's own wobbly motion as he leaned against the wall created a swirling motion in his gut. The feeling this created hit Loki in his gut and it was almost enough to make him sick. As the events unfolded before him he couldn't resist the urge to join in. Pushing himself off the wall he took a few steps forwards before leaping into the air for a superman punch. His fist which flew through the air caught the man closest too him off guard, hitting him square in the jaw. The mans head snapped one way and then back the other as he lost consciousness and his knees buckled letting him drop to the ground. A few of the people closer to him took double or even triple takes and started shouting things like What the fuck! Get him too! Oh god why is this happening to me! Lots of things that crazy drunks usually spouted during fights. Loki's vision started to clear and his mind focusing more as the adrenaline surged through his veins giving him a temporary boost of 'sober' as he moved across the floor. In moments two men had jumped in front of him swinging large greasy fists towards him. Luckily enough these men were probably drunker than he was as one of them sailed over his head without him dodging the other was aimed too far back allowing him to close in letting the mans forearm connect with his shoulder. Still moving towards the two men he pushed his shoulder into the one who managed to make some contact with his punch who fell straight backwards and onto a table which crashed underneath his weight. The other man who was no right beside him couldn't react fast enough enough as Loki's left leg spun backwards as he jumped into the air. His body spinning a full 360 degrees before his leg made solid contact with the mans head before he landed on the ground in style. His victim however did not manage to land in style as he crashed into a chair which crumpled under the pressure and he lay there on broken pieces unconscious. It was going to be a fun day.

The two females who helped instigate the fight were still next to the bar, between the two of them they knocked out a collective four or five guys using bottles and other solid objects as weapons. Perhaps Loki should introduce himself after this little brawl... Well after this performance perhaps not. All in all there were are about 30 people going at it in the bar, throwing fists, bottles chairs. There was even one man who was simply running around headbutting people. It was quite the amusing sight and if Loki had the time he'd simply sit back and watch but he had his hands full defending himself. Unlike the fight earlier these guys were a lot less drunk and unless he was mistaken a little more skilled too. He didn't wanna pull out his daggers but that didn't stop him from using them while they were sheathed. With the sheaths still over his blades he used to slap a few people upside the head and defend himself from a flying bottle or two. The hard plastic covering no doubt caused a few of them to see stars as they plummeted towards the bar floor. It didn't take Loki too long to knock three more men unconscious as he proceeded his way through the bar fight. The next man he fought took Loki considerably more time compared the rest. He was light enough on his feet and good with his hands, Loki had a hard time landing a solid blow. They both struggle to get first blood as his plastic covered daggers connected with the mans burly fists. Fortunately for Loki the man would eventually slip up, whether it was due to a lack of skill or perhaps too much alcohol he lost his footing and stumbled forward mid attack. This gave Loki ample opportunity to side step and bring down the sheathed dagger on the back of the mans head with and awful thump. The man went limp and fell forward into the ground with his body resting unconscious next to a table. The fights that followed varied in difficulty and Loki could tell that the people around him were experience the same varying difficulties he was. By his rough estimation there were about twenty or so unconscious men on the floor already. Loki accounted for almost half of that count but the majority of them were quit easy to take down. Another 15 men apart from Loki and he was about to make his way towards a group of two when things went dark. He lost all control of body and fell to the ground. He wasn't knocked unconscious but he was certainly seeing stars. While he was scanning the big tough guys in front of him those two bitches poked their heads back up from behind the bar and bottled him in the back of the head.

"That... Wasn't Very... Nice."

The words struggled to leave his mouth and it took all the strength they had to watch them giggle away and he crawled his way towards a flipped up over table. Forcing himself into an upright sitting position he needed to catch his breath. Slowly his vision corrected itself from its blurry concussed state. His mind was sorting out what had happened and most of its functions were back to normal in a few minutes time. It was now that Loki could feel the hot sticky feeling making its way down the back of his neck. No doubt the bottle broke the skin on his head somewhere and he was bleeding quite well from it. Loki was eager to get back into the fray but he wanted to make sure he wouldn't immediately topple over from the act of standing up. That being taken into account he waited and caught he breath, watching the rest of the thugs duke it out while he did. The fight finished rather quickly. Three of the original 30 some were left standing and Loki had the urge to get up and take them on, he was rather irritated after being taken down by two girls and needed to let off some steam. However his actions were cut off when one of them said "They had to go see Blanca." Even though Loki knew a time and a rough location he didn't know what Blanca looked like so he would still have to chop his way to him or he could simply follow these three guys right too em! Maybe getting bottled in the back of the head wasn't such a bad thing after a... Wait. No. It fucking sucked. And since he needed those three to take him to Blanca that meant Blanca drew the short of the stick and was going to be Loki's personal fucking chew toy when he found him.