[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/PIvGkgx.png[/img][/center][indent][sub][COLOR=7ea7d8][sub][b]Location:[/b] Street Hotel ➟ Gala Fundraiser[/sub][/COLOR][/sub][/indent][indent][sup][right][COLOR=7ea7d8][sub][b]Featuring: Alistar [@Alistar Sabbath], Rex [@Draku69]|| Interactions: KROTAR [@Sanity43217][/b][/sub][/color][/right][/sup][/indent][hr]
Boris' gaze remained on the rooftop, and there he'd seen more movements, shadows dancing between the dark of night and the moonlight. He stepped forward into traffic trying to get a better look as a stench suddenly manifested from inside the car behind him, he turned around to notice there was someone inside, aggressively yelling to him to open the door.

Did someone break in right in-front of him? [color=7ea7d8]"oh no you don't... I need this paycheque."[/color] He opened the door and reached his hands to grab the stranger by his shirt, but before he could do that, the sound of tires screeching filled the street and a crash followed. Boris was nearly hit but he jumped back only to watch vehicles come to a sudden stop, as a cascading effect of cars turning to either side to avoid the collision ahead, and for one to narrowly go by Mr. Osborne's parked vehicle, tearing apart the opened backseat door. 

[color=7ea7d8]"Oh shit."[/color] Ok, this would be on him. He's the one who parked the car there much to Mr. Osborne's objection. But the two strangers inside? That couldn't possibly be his fault... right?

People have begun to surround the scene, and Boris, after the shock of the loss of his pay cheque which crashed right in front of him wore off, realized someone had been hit. A man was splayed out on the front of the car in front of the collision. 

But his priorities were clear, he looked back at the two strangers in the back of the doorless car, and let out a compulsory growl of sorts which he had been too overstimulated to hold back. [color=7ea7d8]“What the hell are you two idiots doing in there?!” [/color]

Looking at him, Alistar got out of the car grinning, and Rex followed, pulling himself up to the roof of the car much to the chauffeur's visible annoyance. Rex whooped and hooted at the sight of the chaos unfolding before him, filled with genuine mirth at the male plastered to a Honda.

[b]“My my my, what horrible people we have in this city just driving around”[/b] said Alistar, seeing the man growl at him he also says [b]“Oh my, where are my manners, you must want your tip.”[/b] pulling out five thousand dollars, cash, he just extended his arm out. [b]“here you go….”[/b]

Perplexed, Boris just stared at the bill strap holding a bundle of cash together. [color=7ea7d8]“Wait, what?”[/color]

[b]“What, is that not enough? Ha, I like a man who loves money”[/b] pulling out another ten thousand dollars, he threw it at the chauffeur’s feet, and took a deep breathe [b]“I love the smell of chaos in the air, Rex, I believe it's time we got to the party”’[/b]

At Alistar's words, Rex would growl before jumping from the vehicle and a few inches past the male who had been standing outside of it; fishing around the pockets of his newly formed outfit, before whipping out his middle finger and laughing as he ascended the steps to the entrance, [Color=FD1C03]"Oye! YOU WITH THE FLASK! LET ME HIT THAT BAD BOY!"[/color] He'd call out to the bald guy in a suit and red tie as he approached the trio at the stop of the steps.

Still on his knee, picking up the street tainted bills, Boris tried to count how much cash he was holding in his hand… if he were to take that man for his words, this would be 15 thousand dollars… in cash. His gaze turned to Mr. Osborne’s car, and he couldn't help but let out a small bit of laughter. He suddenly made more money than the old fart was going to pay him anyway. He shoved the bills into his jacket, stood up and cleared his throat as he turned to watch the two strange men walk toward the hotel. 

Walking toward the Honda in the front of the collision, as bystanders were gathered around too busy taking pictures of the scene with their mobile devices, Boris shoved himself in to take a closer look. The man seemed to be alive… he had a strange smell that Boris did not recognize, and he realized his olfactory senses were picking up the small cut on the man’s forehead, which was bleeding… blue. The driver of the Honda that hit him, was on the phone, frantically reporting what happened, exclaiming they need an ambulance. 

The level of chaos that night did not seem to settle down, as the sound of shattered glass accompanied by an echoing beastly roar came from the gala, followed by an orchestra of screams. Him and all the bystanders turned around to gaze toward the hotel.

[color=7ea7d8]“Oh what now.”[/color] Boris groaned before he turned around to the man on the car, quickly helping him off. [color=7ea7d8]“I don’t smell any serious injuries on you”[/color] realizing what he said he just shook his head [color=7ea7d8]“don’t worry about it. You should get out of the crowd before you become the next big thing on the internet.” [/color]

Looking back at Mr. Osbornes car again, Boris rolled his eyes. [color=7ea7d8]“Fuck… Me..”[/color] before he dashed toward the gala. As a crowd of people overflowed the entrance, Boris shoved himself through, not realizing his strength as people nearly fell over the railing of the stairs. Boris managed to get inside, past where the security guards usually stand, but in the heat of the chaos, he noticed one of the security guys was inside, on the floor, with a big piece of glass protruding through his leg. 

[color=7ea7d8]“Mr. Osborne!”[/color] Boris shouted. He may have already made more than enough money that night thanks to the two strange men who somehow manifested in the car, but Boris still had a job, given to him by his friend Spencer, who would be pissed if something happened to his employer under Boris’s watch. 

The gala was pure chaos, there were ninjas, and beasts, pieces of glass everywhere, some people were hiding under the tables and some ran around like headless chickens. When Boris noticed Mr. Osborne was trying to help an injured woman out of the gala, he quickly made his way to them as one of those ninjas landed in front of Mr. Osborne. [b]“Out of my way asshole!”[/b] Mr. Osborne shouted, but before he knew it, Boris grabbed the ninja by their shoulder and effortlessly threw them against one of the tables, shattering the wooden legs it stood on. [b]“What took you so long?!” [/b]

Boris ignored the comment and cleared a way out for Mr. Osborne and the lady he was carrying, shoving fixtures and any ninja that was in their way. At this point the entrance was completely blocked by a horde of people stuck together in an asphyxiating crowd. Boris decided to go to the side grand windows of the hotel and punch the glass through, clearing it for Mr. Osborne, who froze for a moment, seeing the scene from a distance in front of the Hotel. [b]“Is… Is that my car?!”[/b] Boris froze, oh right. [color=7ea7d8]“Oh, uh, yeah about that, there was an accident.”[/color]

[b]“You’re fired!” [/b]

[color=7ea7d8]“Wait, Mr. Osborne that wasn’t my-”[/color]

[b]“I don’t give a shit! You parked the car there! Tell Spencer he’s fired too!”[/b] He shouted as they crawled out the window. It felt almost awkward if he was to crawl out with them so Boris just stood there, visible annoyance on his face. He caught one of the ninjas swiping through by the neck, and knocked their blade with his other hand, as people started swarming the window to escape, and before he knew it, this way out was blocked too. He choked the air out of the ninja until they passed out and threw them aside. 

With a big sigh he looked around, rolling his eyes at the mess rich people always make for themselves. [color=7ea7d8]“Ok. how do I get out of here now.”[/color]