Arty had seen a lot of things as he worked the door to the party that night. He had seen drunkards stumble out and up chuck into the streets, a few more than frisky couples hop into cabs together, and even a few fights between people who could barely stand up let alone throw a punch. [color=007236][i]"Just a few more hours."[/i][/color] The mountain of a Irishman thought to himself with a slight shake of his head. He was dying to rip his suit off and set fire to the damned mask, the original interest in it had died as soon as he realized it had become quite the chore to breath through. [color=007236][i]"Who wears this stuff fer bloody fun?!"[/i][/color] Arty had to resist the urge to shout as he pulled at his collar. The only thing that was getting him through at this point was the thought him being able to raid that glorious bar after all this was done. [color=007236][i]"Ohhh Bick ol' boy I'm gonna rack up quite the tab fer ya."[/i][/color] The thought of him getting back at his less than stellar boss by partaking in the Irish pass time of drinking ungodly amounts of alcohol couldn't help but put a smile on Arty's masked face. [color=007236]"Ya just have to make it to the end of the year Arty."[/color] The bouncer said with quite the hearty chuckle at his own little pun, which may have seen odd to whatever party goers were passing him at the time.

It is jarring how quickly things change. In one moment Arty was blissfully dreaming of pints paid out of his penny pinching boss's pocket the next he was snapped back to reality by a sound that made his stomach turn. [color=007236]"No it can't be..."[/color] Arty half mumbled though the second he said it he knew it was a lie, there was no doubting what he had just heard. [color=007236]Shite shite shite shite shite..."[/color] He cursed under his breath as he quickly stormed inside the party and it didn't take long to find what he was looking or rather what he was praying for what wasn't there. It was a small looking girl laying sprawled on the ground in a forming pool of her own blood, Arty couldn't fool himself with this one that poor girl was gone. [color=007236][i]"HOLY SHITE- No no Arty, job first!"[/i][/color] Arty thought to himself as he managed to swallow back the sick feeling in his stomach and regain his composure. He made his way through the crowd of on lookers and to the body, which was currently being cried over by another young woman who could only be described as devastated. Taking a deep breath Arty took another step forward and spoke to the young fellow that was now doing his best to console the crying girl. [color=007236]"Get her out of here lad, she doesn't need to see this."[/color] He said as gently as he could allow himself to be at the moment before he walked forward towards the body. Taking another breath to steady himself Arty removed his jacket and slowly and carefully draped it over the small girl's lifeless frame, she deserved so much more than to be gawked at in horror. With that done Arty turned back to the crowd and shouted out in a booming voice that cut through the panic in the air. [color=007236][b]"EVERYONE VACATE THE BUILDING IN A ORDERLY MANOR! STAY AWAY FROM THE WINDOWS AND ASSIST THOSE WHO NEED IT IF YER ABLE!!"[/b][/color] After watching a good number of people start to make their way to the exit Arty pulled out a cell phone and got a hold of the Shine City Police. He wasted no time reporting the incident and remained on the line until he was sure he gave all the details he could. [color=007236][i]"How could I have let this happened?"[/i][/color] He thought to himself as he took of his mask and let out a defeated sigh.