Phineas was in a nasty mood as he wandered up the street, looking for the liquor store he'd been to the evening before. He couldn't remember the name of the store, but he'd spent the night enjoying a bottle (or two) of booze he'd bought there, and had decided to buy some more of it to get him through the day.
He had been looking for nearly a half hour, and was about to give up searching for the place. He was very hung over, still a little drunk, and very irritable, and he was ready to take it out on someone else. Looking for trouble, he purposely bumped into a stranger, cursed, and slurred "Why don't you watch where you're going?!"
Last Edit: Jun 8, 2011 1:38:58 GMT -5 by Darastrix
The stranger half stumbled from the bump and flashed Phineas a dirty look. "I'm sorry, but I didn't realize I had to watch for unleashed animals." He remarked, his mouth curling into a smirk. "Why don't you go back to the ditch you crawled out of this morning while you still have time."
The man moves his head back and waves his hand in front of his own face as though trying to dispel a bad smell. "You would do well not to anger me gutter trash. I've killed stronger men then you." His eyes narrow as his hand seems to rest on something hidden in his shirt.
"That don't sound like an apology," Phineas said with a grimace, though he hadn't really been hoping for one. In his state, he failed to notice the position of the stranger's hand, and added, "at least not yet!", and took a swing at his head.
Phineas was startled as the knife left a deep gash in his arm. He should've seen it coming, really. It didn't look like he was seriously wounded, but it was bleeding, and stung like hell. He stumbled several feet back and growled "You're gonna pay for that!" as he fumbled for his dagger. Once he had retrieved it, he lunged forward to stab the man.
The man cursed as Phineas lunged at him with his dagger and tried to twist out of the way but was sliced along his ribs. "That's it! Now you are going to die!" He snarled in rage and made a wild slash with his knife at his neck.
Phineas moved back, but not as far as he intended to; he wound up with an ugly cut across his chin, and a small chunk of his beard missing. "Graaahhhh!" he shouted, grabbing his chin with his free hand. As blood trickled through his fingers, he swung his foot toward the stranger's crotch, and thrust the dagger forward again at the same time.
The man's face splits into a grin as he manages to cut Phineas again and moves in closer to try and finish him off, believing the fight won before the sudden attack took him by surprise and he cries out in pain, falling back bleeding from a new stab wound in the right of his chest.