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[color=DodgerBlue][h3][b][i][u]Boone Leroy King
Wednesday Afternoon
Footsteps Sports Bar[/u][/i][/b][/h3][/color]
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[sub][@PrinceAlexus][/sub]

  [color=f7941d][b]"Yeah I got this one in a bar fight a few years back, that dame practically came out of no where with that bottle."[/b][/color] One of the group's shorter but broader members said as he proudly presented the large gash like scar that stretched across his bicep. The group admired as the stocky fellow continued to brandish his arm, fleshing it slightly to further accentuate the scar tissue. Eventually the small gathering offered the man and his battered arm a cheer of approval.

  [color=a2d39c][b]"Bah, that is nothing!"[/b][/color] A ginger bearded man said as the group's exclamation died down. He then stood from his chair and firmly placed his right foot onto the table in front of him. Taking what seemed like a dramatic pause the fiery haired fellow then rolled up his pant leg, revealing a calf that was racked with what appeared to be old animal bites. [color=a2d39c][b]"Had a Doberman get a hold of me while I was a lad and used me as a bloody chew toy."[/b][/color] He explained as the group looked on as if transfixed by the man's meatloaf-esque limb, eventually finding their voice again in the form of yet another cheer.

  This little bizarre version of show and tell had been going on for quite sometime; people showing off everything from bent fingers and crooked noses to even cracked teeth and missing toes. Bo had been watching the spectacle with nothing less than pure mirth, cheering right along side everyone else each time a new little deformity was put on display. He loved the fact that these people could take pride in their differences and not be held back by what the usual person would say about them, the big lug found it to be a little bit inspiring.

  [color=DodgerBlue][b]"Well I hate to beat you all twice in one day guys but..."[/b][/color] Bo said with a slight chuckle as he stood from his seat. He then proceeded to remove his tank top, draping it over his shoulder, and revealed his own entry for the little competition. On his right side spreading from the crook of his under arm all the way down to his hip and across his lower abdomen Bo's body was covered in scar tissue from what obviously was a serious burn. The giant offered the group a sly grin as they fell silent and admired his little display. [color=DodgerBlue][b]"Just a small car bomb, no big deal."[/b][/color] The silence that came over the gathering lasted a moment before a uproar of cheers and laughter emerged. Bo joined in with the laughter as he replaced his shirt and sat back down, getting a few victory pats on his shoulder as he did so.

  The party continued to truck along, the attention eventually being shift from scars to other topics. Bo was in the middle of a story of a patient he had back in his EMT days that had managed to get a child's toy stuck in a rather intimate place when he noticed a cup of coffee be placed in front of him. His first thought was that someone at the table must of ordered it, it made sense to him that given the amount of drinking that was going on that someone would try to find themselves a way sober up a little before having to head out, but that thought was quickly thrown aside as he felt a slight tapping on his shoulder.

  As he turned his gaze Bo was met with the sight of a young woman wrapped in a jacket that looked basically like a wearable passport grabbing the pot of coffee out from in front of him. The blonde then quickly explained that the true owner of the coffee was her and that the server must of gotten something mixed up. Bo couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. [color=DodgerBlue][b]"I'm so sorry about that ma'am."[/b][/color] He said as he took the pot off of the table and handed it towards the golden haired young lady, offering her a warm smile as he did so. Bo could tell from just how she was standing that the poor girl was a ball of nerves right now. It was no real surprise honestly given the fact that she just had to walk up to a group of what looked like a bunch of meat heads ogling each others scars. He felt an odd pang of guilt from the situation, he didn't want this woman walking away with a bad image of him and the rest of the guys.

  [color=DodgerBlue][b]"Sorry about that again ma'am."[/b][/color] Bo said as he fully handed off the pot. [color=DodgerBlue][b]"I hope you don't mind me asking ma'am, but are you pilot? I couldn't help but notice your jacket there."[/b][/color] As Bo spoke he did a small gesture towards the blonde's jacket and the array of badges that adorned it. [color=DodgerBlue][b]"If you are might I say you got yourself quite the impressive record if I'm to go by your patches."[/b][/color] He was hoping that by trying to relate with the girl that he would be able to ease her nerves a bit, though it was only after that he said this that it dawned on the big knucklehead that this girl may have only been wearing that jacket as a fashion statement. Eh live and learn.