Margaret looked on this action from her place, same as David did. After he left her, she finally started eating her dinner that she asked hours ago. She looked nervous and presents of another stranger made her more angry.
Clif looked up at David, almost surprised before calming. "Well, shuuure! Ain' no thing that Wolfie's outta kill me, and we got a walking carpet in our bar and this dude in black. Don' mind visitors," he said, indicating Roger Claymore, "But I ain' sure yet 'bout the rest of these boys. Hey now! Got yerself some wine," Clif raised his bottle of beer, "Here's to it! 'Nother day in Alcatraz."
The young man got up from his seat, with his bag still on his back having never taken it off as he headed to the bartender leaving the old PDA on the table seeming not to care that he had left something important behind. When the bartender was free, he paid and got a bottle of wine and a glass and moved back to a different seat then he was at before more by the window so he could look out the window, forgetting about Roger completely having him been busy there wasn't a way he could tease him or make him suspect and panic, he moved his hands into his selves as if his hands were cold, letting his eyes closed and his breathing became rhythmic.
A man walks into the room, a bit large around the middle but still looking fit, he had a dark short beard and his hair was bleached and spiked up. He went up to the bar and got himself a drink. Then looked around the room to see who was around.
While speaking with David, Clif noticed the datapad left behind by the dark stranger. The man seemed to be completely oblivious of it. Any good Rogue knows an opportunity when he saw one, and Clif thought that it might not be a bad decision to acquire said PDA.
He broke off his conversation with David and did his best to make sure that no one was paying him any attention. No one that he noticed was, and he slowly meandered to the table before sitting down and placing his beer over the top of the PDA. Using his bottle, he slid the device off the table and into his lap. Clif smiled at his clever ploy and looked down a the new datapad in his lap with a smile.
The PDA would just contain a few bits of information, from the looks it was heavily damaged and had blood over it there would be a screen on it opening with a price tag, a name and saying that the person which the name would be gone is to be apprehended by non-lethal force for interrogation or to be reasoned with. the kid would have been checking the reflection watching the man take the PDA not caring as it had served its purpose with. the first letter of the name would start with C and the Third letter being a I which could easily be mistaken for Cliff.
...the blood on it didn't much bother Clif, he'd seen worse than crusted bits of red on things that he stole. It was the suggestion of an interrogation that worried him. Perhaps he'd have to find Dervin to see if he could recover anything more from the memory banks. So, the dark man had dropped a message about aprehending Clif, had he?
"Well, I ain' gonna make it easy on him," Clif growled under his breath. He hadn't brought any weaponry with him, but a Rogue didn' survive this long without at least some ability to improvise. He held the chair next to him and kicked out one of the legs. He hefted it and smiled.
"Now le's see if this boyo can catch me when his brains are spilt on'a floor."
He stood and started walking towards the man in black.
Roger had almost finished his steak when he noticed Clif lift up the chair leg. He instinctively went for one of his gun and removed it from its holster, but still kept it perfectly hidden. Nobody could see his weapon. Nobody saw the movement. Not even the kid. He paid full attention to Clif now, hoping that he would need some sort of backup. Then nobody would mind if the kid's head suddenly exploded.
All Roger could do was wait. Wait and see.
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
The young man would be watching in the reflection he knew what was coming shifting a bit it would look like he was just uncomfortable still shifting then Cliff if he was sharp enough see a red beam going from the mans clothing to his daddy bags. he would move a hand down and move a head phone into his ear and only if Cliff was smart enough he would see the boys position to be wrong as he would be pointing the weapon at him. "Mr Cliff, why don't you take a seat."
Seeing waht just happend, the man thought it better to find a corner to sit in. Moving around the room, keeping one eye on the Clif, and the other finding an empty table near the back of the room.
He sat down, and took out a deck of playing cards and started to look through them, then started to sing quietly with a suprisingly well toned voice for a rouge. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jhyg7ESVA0k
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