[lonewolf]

This again? 

Japan might not be as big as the Midwest, but it was still a big place. And unlike the Midwest, there was no Western feel about it like back home. America was a place where the people not only had an innate sense of distrust of the government, but actively loathed it, didn't matter if you were right, left, or center. While it was generally frowned upon to take matters into your own hands, it only made sense that it happened; the justice system was woefully inefficient, and even if things were done in a timely manner it was likely the results would at best be dubious. 

Which suited Mark just fine. If he were back home on the road. Unfortunately, circumstances brought him halfway across the world. And with him, an unfortunate tag along. 

Which is what brought him to this particular dive bar. 

Mark had begun to learn where all the popular shady places were, as well as not-so popular ones, partly because they were his people and he didn't mind associating with scum so long as the drinks were good, but also because of his tag along. Dante, in some respects, reminded him of his little brother. But, he was a dumbass. He had done what he could to put out a net to various bars in order to keep an eye on Dante and his anti-establishment message. In the event things got too rowdy he asked that wherever he was performing at would give him a call, and tonight was one of those nights. He'd walk down the steps, open up the door and look to see...

Dante

[Dante]

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You're so sweet[break] but I like it loud[break]
Light it up yeah smoke em if you got em

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"This one's for all the missed opportunities out there, for when times get confusing, and you miss your shot. If you know what I'm talking about, you know what I'm talking about."

Japan was a great place, don't get him wrong. It had a great atmosphere, a pretty countryside, amazing and unique food, and an intriguing culture. But there was something... lacking in this place. Back home in America, the people there in the bars with their permanently liquor-slicked floors actually jumped through the ceiling sometimes when he performed- they were just that excitable, and he absolutely loved that vibe. Lived for it, actually. It was his fire and blood, part of Dante's very being. But here, god, he had heard those stereotypes about the Japanese being polite enough to hand out pocket tissues to you on the street. What was the deal with that? He didn't know what sort of worms they could be carrying, he was fine with a handy dandy old handkerchief.

He just hoped those stereotypes weren't actually true. But hey, read a book by its cover, right?

But, hmmm... he sensed a thirst in this crowd. He just needed to work it out. Play a real banger to get their attention.

The moment he leads into the first defining strum to get everyone's attention, he swears he can feel the floorboards rattle. Maybe the amp was too loud. Oh well. The rest of the disc plays out alongside him providing the rest of the instrument because no one's crazy enough, yet, to play alongside a lunatic like him who will probably get any other band member arrested. The fingers of his left hand weave across the strings almost like he's a seamstress knitting with fifty years under his belt, and oh yes, he's definitely got their attention now. Stepping up to the microphone with his boot tapping along to the beat, he starts to sing.

"So if you're lonely, you know I'm here waiting for you

I'm just a cross-hair, I'm just a shot away from you

And if you leave here, you leave me broken, shattered I lie

I'm just a cross-hair, I'm just a shot, then we can die

Oh, oh, oh

I know I won't be leaving here with you."

Then, ugh. The very definition of ugh just has to walk through the door and glare at him! But Dante doesn't let his annoyance show, he just grins his fangs at Mark in that irritating way he does, and he almost winks at him before he remembers he's still wearing his glasses. Well, how fitting these lyrics happened to be for this occasion.

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[lonewolf]

There was so much potential in Dante. So much untapped talent, and Mark had no choice but to acknowledge it. But God fucking dammit, why the hell was he so stupid?

Seeing the place being relatively calm (apart from the small group of drunks that were trying their best to follow along with the music) he decided to shove his hands in his jacket and approach the bar, taking a seat and flagging down the tender. "Gimme what passes as a beer in these parts," he says, flashing her a smile as he sets his hands on the counter, tilting his head towards the music in order to keep an eye on the place. It was odd, because his instructions were to be called out if things were hitting the fan, or at least starting to get to that point. What was going on?

As his drink arrived he held up a finger, reaching for the glass. "So I was under the impression things were getting rowdy. What's going on?"

The woman raised an eyebrow, looking right and left. "I don't follow-"

"I have instructions to various bars to call me in the event dumbass over there," he says, throwing a thumb back at Dante, "starts stirring up the crowd and threatening to start some socialist revolution and party like it's nineteen oh six or...whatever. Only thing I see is the rejects from the Jonas brothers last tour reminiscing on when rock and roll was rock and roll."

The woman would stare at him for a long moment, blinking. "Wait...you're that Lone Wolf guy...?"

Dante

[Dante]

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You're so sweet[break] but I like it loud[break]
Light it up yeah smoke em if you got em

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Ooh, old Mark possibly getting it on with a lady? Dante knew he had a soft spot for the women from this country, and a devilish grin somehow even more worse than the one he was already sporting spread upon the delinquent's lips. He could probably use that to his advantage at some point in time. As he converses with the bartender, Dante slips from the intro of his song into the first verse, absolutely digging how angelic the transition between the guitar solo and the rest of the instruments was. Seriously, he needs to meet whoever wrote this old tome.

I say, don't you know?

You say you don't know

I say: take me out

I say you don't show

Don't move, time is slow

I say: take me out

As his right hand moves across the fretboard like an eel in an oilslick, he notices that the already present audience of a group of about seven or so men playing poker beneath the stage have completely been caught in his presence. They range from the ages of thirty to forty with tight fake black leather jackets with woven symbols on their backs- possibly a biker gang. Perfect! That's exactly what he needed to get this crowd going. Then even more of them come through the door, throwing their hands up in excitement with a collective "eyyy!" as they see their buddies. A few of them point to Dante and speak words he can't hear because his song is too damn loud. Oh, he can definitely get down and into some trouble with these folks.

Well, I say you don't know

You say you don't know

I say: take me out

If I move, this could die

If eyes move, this could die

I want you to take me out

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[lonewolf]

Mark looks at the woman, giving her a broad smile as he lifts up the drink to take a sip. "Am I that hard to recognize? I'm in my hero getup," he says, indicating the jacket. He didn't believe in parading in an actual hero costume, though with the move to Japan he figures it might be time for an upgrade. Maybe. The jacket was too stylish to pass up.

"N-no, not what I mean, uh...we made the call because that guy over there was definitely getting people riled up, my boss just wanted to make sure that a riot didn't accidentally break out. Though, some of the more rough crowd seems to have left early..." She looked over at the new arrivals, and a bit of worry crossed her face. "It doesn't help that those guys over there belong to the Drifters."

Mark slowly nodded his head, taking another sip of beer. "Mostly harmless group, so long as you don't start trouble with them," he muses, remembering coming across their dossier when scoping out joints like this. They were a biker gang, and typically they didn't cause problems. Typically. While they have always tried to stay on the good side of the police they had jousted on occasion, and normally they got into trouble with the business types in the area. Another words, so long as you didn't start none with the Drifters, there would be none. "How's 'bout I stick around then? Keep an eye on things, and once Sir Beats a Lot up there finishes I drag him off to make sure things don't get dicey?"

"Oh no, you don't-"

"Lady, I might not be one of you, but at least I can fill the role of hero." He'd turn in his seat, looking over the crowd to see what they were getting up to.

Dante

[Dante]

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You're so sweet[break] but I like it loud[break]
Light it up yeah smoke em if you got em

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I know I won't be leaving here with you

I know I won't be leaving here

I know I won't be leaving here with you

I know I won't be leaving here with you

A brow of Dante's raises as Mark continues to talk with the bartender as he effortlessly wades through the chorus of his song like an eel in an oil slick, an act only second nature to the rockerboy and not much else. He knows Mark is only here to keep a tight leash on him, or rather in his view, a choke collar. He couldn't go a step outside without Mark breathing down his neck- not even a shot of liquor or a trip to the bathroom without him knowing- it was like fucking being a trainee in the army again with the drill instructor monitoring his every move. It was damn near suffocating, so you could be damn well sure if Dante could get on Mark's nerves somehow, he was going to.

I say, don't you know?

You say you don't know

I say: take me out

If I wane, this could die

If I wait, this could die

I want you to take me out

If I move, this could die

Eyes move, this can die

Come on, take me out

Unfortunately enough, the gang of bikers seemed to be a smart crowd, unwilling to aggravate themselves so far as to cause a ruckus as Dante had wished. Shit, and they looked like the impressionable type, too- not a crowd he could distract Mark with. With a grimace he barely masks as he wraps up the last chorus, Dante cast once last glare at Mark before directing his attention back to the bikers.

I know I won't be leaving here with you

I know I won't be leaving here

I know I won't be leaving here with you

I know I won't be leaving here with you

With a flourishing finale he finishes the last notes, and as he expected, the crowd goes wild. Hell of a show, one says. Maybe you Americans aren't all bad, another says, making him snort. Thanks for performing, the manager says. "Do you planning on coming around again anytime soon?"

Dante doesn't look up as he unplugs his beloved guitar and places it back within its case, tugging the strap around his shoulder as he stares wordlessly at the man through his shades, holding a rough-skinned hand out. When the manager stares back confusedly, Dante does nothing but roll his eyes and sigh. "Cheque," He grits.

"Oh- um- right!" The manager scrambles for the notes, eventually fishing it from his pocket, only to have the delinquent snatch it from him and drop down the stairs, making straight for the exit. Frankly he wasn't even irritated by the staff's fumbling- moreso he was irritated by his own manager currently sitting at the bar for ruining his fun.

Though, as he expected, several of the biker gang members stand in his way and start asking him questions. "You've gotta come to our joint downtown, dude- you'll totally-"

"Got bigger fish to fry, buddy," Dante snaps back as he pushes past them and out the door. "got another place I gotta hit within the hour."

[attr="class","LOUDBOTTOM"] lonewolf

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[lonewolf]

Mark wouldn't bother interrupting the rest of the song, and the bartender would also spend little to no time on him after the reassurance. At least a small one. The crowd wasn't as rowdy as he was anticipating, which was good. Mark had been in his fair share of bar brawls, and each time he always came out bruised and bloody as much as the other guys. It was why it paid to have leverage.

Once the song wrapped up and people started to move around he picked up his half-finished beer and made his way over to the gaggle as Dante was swarmed by bikers, not in an aggressive way but wanting him to play at their usual hangout. "'Scuse me, gentlemen," he says, intending to put a hand on Dante's shoulder. "This right here is a top-notch musician that unfortunately none of you boys can afford. Pianoman, think you can spare at least five minutes? Gotta talk with you real quick. I'll even buy you a beer." Mark was 100% playing with fire, but fire was something he was used to when it came to Dante. As much as he hated sounding like a broken record, there was just a few things he needed to emphasis to him.

Dante

[Dante]

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You're so sweet[break] but I like it loud[break]
Light it up yeah smoke em if you got em

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As soon as Mark's hand lands on his shoulder, Dante immediately turned his head to glare at him- if he hadn't been wearing sunglasses he would have probably frozen anyone else with his stare, Medusa style. Unfortunately, Mark had the avid talent of not giving a shit about whatever Dante thought. "Hands off." He growled, continuing out the door as the bikers grew in volume behind him, starting to shout over something. Not his problem.

"Y'know, you chasing after me has really taught me something in the past couple months, Mark." Dante starts- he knew Mark would follow, so he talks regardless of whoever's in proximity. Striking a match on his boot he lights a cigarette as soon as he's out of the door, placing the stick of death on his lips. "S' got me thinkin' on what I'm doing is really worth it or not. Am I making a difference? Do these people recognise the heart of rock and roll? Do they understand what I'm trying to tell them? Do they cheer because they love hearing a good show, or because they agree with me?"

He makes his best attempt at looking conflicted, which isn't conveyed very well considering the permanent smirk etched onto his features. "So what is the better path, Mark? To pursue chivalry through heart rather than violence? I thought about it and... maybe you're right." He tosses an item at mark. "Here, catch. It's a little gift to say sorry for all those times you've come after me."

As soon as Dante turns around again, the doors of the bar are almost unhinged with how violently they're opened, and several of the bikers charging out, vehement looks on their grizzled faces. "WHERE is it? I SWEAR IT WAS HERE, AND I ONLY LOST IT AFTER THOSE TWO LEFT!"

Like a bloodhound the owner set in, stalking over to the pair, searching for the item. If Mark had opened the item, he would see what the fuss was about.

The wallet of said biker.

If Mark turned to confront Dante, he would see the delinquent sprinting away as fast as possible towards his mustang and careening inside.

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[lonewolf]

Dante was going to Dante. Him walking out the door prompted an eyeroll out of Mark as he moved to follow. The bikers were starting to get a little rowdy, so maybe it was for the best; if they were getting riled up because of the two of them then in taking it outside then it meant nothing inside would get smashed up. That was always a plus.

As Dante spilled his lament out to Mark the older man would shove his hands in his packet pockets, listening. Of course, he couldn't help but quip: "They're cheering because they're drunk and you're putting on a show. Gotta remember, most people are stupid and don't bother thinking things through. Top it off you're an amateur, so unless some label catches wind..."

At the passing of the object he held up a hand to catch whatever it was that Dante had thrown. He would have looked immediately, but that was when the doors burst open and took his attention. Between the outburst and the general shape and feel of the object in his hand, Mark easily pieced things together. And boy, was he unhappy. "Dante, you colossal asshole!" With one hard throw he'd send the wallet straight at the ringleader's face, fully intent on stunning him for at least half a second so he could get a running head start chasing after the delinquent, intent on sliding over the hood to get into the passenger seat. "One time, can I get one time where you take me out somewhere and not cause a damn riot?!"

Dante

[Dante]

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You're so sweet[break] but I like it loud[break]
Light it up yeah smoke em if you got em

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Dante verbally growled when he saw Mark corral into his mustang after him— the delinquent's hand was on the ignition, turning the key but to no avail, hearing the engine whir in protest. Of course now of all times it was refusing to start! He probably needed a push to get oxygen through the air filter again, but doing that meant going outside and facing that angry mob. "I'll cause a damn riot whenever I damn well please," Dante hisses in response. He banged a fist against the steering wheel with a shout of annoyance at the dismal sign of life from the over century-old car. "Fuck, you saggy old grandma of a machine!"

Almost in response, he hears the angry pounding of fists against the driver's side window, Dante looking up to scowl at the face of the biker who's wallet he had stolen from. "Hey— HEY, HANDS OFF THE CAR, ASSHOLE!"

"Oh no, you're paying for what you did! When I get you out of there, you're gonna look far worse than this old piece of crap!" The biker snarls back, his voice muffled through the window pane.

"WHAT?" Dante squawked. "This car is worth more than whatever worthless things you and your pantheon of winners have ever stolen in your entire life!"

"I dare you to say that again, motherFUCKER!" In tandem with the biker's last curse word, the rest of the gang bulldozes against the rear end of the mustang, nearly making Dante break his nose on the dashboard but hearing the sweet, sweet roar of that engine made the delinquent laugh out loud in delight.

"I said, this car is worth more than whatever worthless things you and your pantheon of winners have ever stolen in your entire life!" Dante grinned in response as he shifted the clutch to the first gear, slamming down on the accelerator with his head hitting the headrest as the mustang squealed to life and ripped down the road. That was much more like it. His hand shifts to the panel on his left, winding down Mark's window. "They'll be back in a short minute, I'm sure." He chuckles. "Got any plan you wanna share with me to shake them off?"

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[lonewolf]

A look of annoyance crossed Mark's face as he locked the door after him, looking at the steering column then back at Dante. "You owe me a beer after this. Also, you really need to take better care of this thing, it's older than both you and me combined!"

As the gang started to corral around the car and Dante got into his shouting match Mark reached into his jacket to pull out the Carry, dropping the current magazine into the floorboard and racking the slide back to eject any casing left in the chamber. "And go figure, the one time rock salt could be useful I don't have any. Should really check in with that big tiddied goth lady and see how all that's coming along-" the jar from behind caused him to drop the fresh magazine he was fixing to slam in, taser rounds to better handle the situation; his standard paint bullets wouldn't do the trick here. To make matters worse Dante had floored it, sending his head back into the headrest as he gripped the center console, taking a deep breath. <"Jesus, you're worse than my brother!"> he says, slipping back into English as he adjusts himself and began to look for the taser magazine.

"This group ain't known for causing problems outside their area of influence. Get to the interstate and try to keep away from back alleys. They might try to ambush us." Finding what he was looking for (and ensuring it was the right one in the dim light) he slammed it in and began to roll his window down.

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[Dante]

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You're so sweet[break] but I like it loud[break]
Light it up yeah smoke em if you got em

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He sincerely doesn't know about whatever the hell Mark is getting up to in his off time— from the few year's they've been together, Dante knows that the bane of his existence has always had a specific taste in women, as did Dante. That was probably the one, and only thing, they had in common. If Mark could summon a big tiddied goth girl friend to help them out here, then he might consider giving Mark a break for once in his life. "Your brother ain't got shit on this!" Dante spits back, also in English.

They're coming up to an intersection. Ahead of them is the highway— but it's on a bridge above the suburbs, and he has no fucking clue how to get up there. May as well wing it, he guessed! "Road safety laws, prepare to be ignored!" Dante shouts as he performed an effortless drift to right side of the intersection, and surprise surprise, it's a main road. Fortunately enough, it's not rush hour, and he finds himself stepping on the gas and blazing down the street with the bikers jeering after him. If they weren't on his ass, he probably would have liked to take a look at the Harley-Davidsons they were riding.

The delinquent takes one look at the side-mirror of the mustang, eyebrows raising above his sunglasses. "Oi, you got a couple on your eight-o-clock!" He announces. There's two bikers— both looking equally pissed, and equally readied to destroy property with a bat and a crowbar, one that has Dante shrieking out "WHERE THE FUCK DID THEY GET THOSE FROM?" while swerving to avoid a congested lane at a traffic light, just managing to make it through the orange. They sidle up beside the mustang, ready to hit Dante's most prized possession. "Hey! Don't let them hit the car, or I will seriously think about running them over just to avoid it!"

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[lonewolf]

<"And like my brother, the urge to shoot you is incredibly high!"> He looked up, seeing the intersection and paling a little. <"Dante! Dante, don't-!"> He reached up to grab the 'oh shit' handle on the car, hanging on for dear life. This was one of those moments that he wished and preferred if he was behind the wheel. <"Sonuvah bitch, don't do that! I know this is dire, but we cain't just ignore road laws alluvah sudden!">

At the callout he looked back, seeing the two bikers beginning to gain on them. Unfortunately Mark couldn't just poke his head out as the violent maneuvers put him on high alert, more concerned about navigating through the streets than the bikers themselves. Though once Dante got them into a certain spot Mark took in a deep breath. <"Keep 'er steady,"> he says, sliding his upper body out the window and beginning to line up the shot from his side. It was a little tricky and he wasn't used to this kind of thing, but desperate times and all that. As much as Mark didn't want to agree with Dante about using force like this, the mustang was a nice car. So he squeezed off two rounds, one at each of the bikers, sending them careening off the street and onto the sidewalk.

Mark slipped back in, shaking his head as he looked over. <"We have a window, go!">

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[Dante]

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Light it up yeah smoke em if you got em

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Dante didn't waste a moment in speeding away from the bikers, turning a few corners and making his way onto the highway, loosening his tense grip on the worn leather of the steering wheel. The world came rushing back in that moment, adrenaline a rope on his neck and yanking him back to reality as it fizzled away. In most situations like that, he would probably end up in county jail and singing the night away to his jailer's discontent. But here in Japan? He knew it was different. He knew he would get thrown into prison if he stirred up too much trouble.

He'd still do it anyways, though.

The delinquent's fist pounds into the ceiling once as he laughs with craze. "NOW THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" Dante grins. "That was exactly what I needed! Did you see the look on their faces? You did, right? That's what they get for sucking up!" Dante slows down as he pulls into the leftmost lane, tapping his fingers wildly on the dashboard before he leans with his right hand over to Mark to pat him on the shoulder. "Hey, what was in their wallet? Don't tell me you threw it away?"

[attr="class","LOUDBOTTOM"] lonewolf

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[lonewolf]

"Only a thousand bucks, three credit cards, drivers license, and two magnum condoms that upon use will have way too much space," he replies, situating himself in his seat and putting the pistol back in its holster. "Unfortunately, its contents are lost to time. Or at least to me because I threw it back at the guy 'fore we jumped in here."

He rolled up the window, taking a deep breath and trying to find his happy place. All things considered, he was mad. Hopping mad. The kind of mad that Dante surely would have seen before, and Mark was trying to repress it because he wasn't in the drivers seat. "So before I bury my left fist into your right jaw, can you explain to me why the fuck you went and antagonized that guy? Biker gangs 'round here might be small potatoes, but between them and you you've probably violated thirty laws, and made me an accessory to all of them."

Dante