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"Mr. Slane would like to have a word with you." A tall thug accompanied by a taller thug and a short thug said to Jagger "Maid" Jordash.

"It's about your boss's failure to deliver our goods." Taller Thug said.

"And we're thinking, 'Hey, that guy with the maid apron probably knows something about this." Short Thug said, leaning on the bar. He slowly pushed Jagger's drink off the bar and on to the floor. Jagger, who was focused mainly on his image in the bar's mirror, turned to face the short thug.

"That was my drink you just spilled." Jagger said.

"We'll buy you another one, but we'll just spill it, too." Taller thug replied.

Jagger shifted his cigarette holder around in his mouth, quite a feat considering that he had a cigar jammed into it. He pointed it at Short Thug and blew as hard as he could, shooting it off and hitting the thug in the left eyebrow. He yelped and stumbled back, tripped over a stool and landed on a waitress.

Taller Thug had already grabbed Jagger by the lacy collar of his custom hand-sewn flight jacket before Short Thug had yelled "BEAT THAT SON OF A BITCH!" Taller Thug punched him square in the nose, but Jagger didn't even blink.

Utilizing a pressure point in the wrist, Jagger forced Taller Thug to lose his hold and after wincing in pain quickly discovered that Jagger's arms were locked around his waist from behind, and he was being lifted upwards. He tried to break free but was quickly given a brief tour of the bar's ceiling, before being put down for a little nap courtesy of a massive concussion against the bar's hardwood floor.

One would think a man who knows how to do a perfect suplex, who also happens to have a fairly intimidating name like Jagger Jordash, would be a fairly large man with an aura about him that says "Do not fuck with". This is not the case, as this Jagger Jordash barely weighs in at 110 pounds, wears an apron, and has adorned his leather jacket and explorer's pants with frilly lace.

It was probably these facts which led Tall Thug to beleive the suplex was a fluke, and in his haste to break a bottle over Jagger's head discovered that elbows, when slammed into one's eyeball, will hurt like hell and cause temporary blindness.

After some brief writhing in pain, the two conscious thugs decided to take their taller friend and leave quickly.

"Hey." Jagger said before they made it out the door. "Tell Mr. Slane that his stuff will be here soon. Also if any more of his goons need their clocks cleaned, send them my way."

Cleaning jokes were kind of his theme.

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