Black Lagoon: The Grim Gunman (Male OC Story and Male OC X Revy!)

Black Lagoon: The Grim Gunman Part 4 [The Yellow Flag Bar]

12:06 PM, June 6, 1994

The two gunners drove to the Yellow Flag Bar, after they delivered the money to Dutch. They were both paid $2000 each for a job well done. Tony and Revy parked the car just near the entrance before making their way inside.

When they got in the bar, there were already a bunch of bad people getting their own asses drunk. All of them being members of drug cartels, mercenaries, hookers and all other kinds of scum, drinking all the booze they can afford while taking the piss out of each other. The place was filled with smoke from all of the cigarettes everyone's been smoking.

Revy: Here we are, Tony! This is where we usually grab a cold drink and pissed drunk! Let's go over there [points to the counter] and get us some rum.

Tony looked around the room and was somewhat astonished. The place was quite loud, since there were a bunch of bastards arguing about and playing card games. This was the kind of bar Tony'd love to go for a pint.

Tony: Fuckin' hell, this place is a right treasure. This is already way better than The Stubborn Mule. That pub had shit food and poor quality drinks.

Revy: Well, hopefully, The Yellow Flag won't disappoint.

They walked toward the counter and already took their seats. Tony noticed some old carvings against the wooden counter. Some writing engraved as well; "Two Hands was here" and "Dont piss off the LC". There were also symbols carved in. An upper skull behind crosshairs, a smiley face with a wink and a grin showing sharp fangs.

Revy: Bao! Get us a couple of glasses and some rum!

Bao the bartender picked up two medium-sized glasses and a large bottle of rum and placed them for the two customers.

Bao: Here. And don't you be causing another bar or firefight in my bar. I'm gettin' sick of that shit.

Revy: Quit your bitchin', Bao. [pours rum into two glasses for Tony and herself]

Bao: Anyway, who's this kook next to ya? Friend of yours?

Tony: The name's Tony, the new gun. And you'd better watch that tone of yours, arsehole.

Bao: Whatever you say, stranger. Y'know, judgin' on your accent, you're from England, huh?

Tony: [raises eyebrow] What, you saying that a brit can't do dirty work here on Roanapur? Is that what you tryin' to say to me, Bao?

Bao: No, no. I didn't mean-

Tony: Do ya not pay attention to your customers, ya goddamn gook piece of shit? Huh? [Revy started laughing as Tony was still ranting on] Fuckin' twat.

Bao: Enjoy your drinks anyway, guys. [walks away to the left side of the counter]

Tony: Yeah, we'd better enjoy our fuckin' drinks, you gobshite! [chuckles softly] Some fuckin' barkeeps, eh?

Revy: Ha ha! Yeah! Too bad, Bao's the only guy around town who serves us real good drinks. He's not worth killin'. We'd be screwed without the bar.

Tony and Revy then started drinking the rum after some hard work dealt with. The taste of rum really hits Tony's tastebuds, as he tried it. It was good. Damn good.

One hour has passed

Tony: [smirks] I'm already loving this goddamn place. Perfect paradise for me.

Revy: [gulps down her drink] Mm-hmm. So Tony, what'd you usually do when you're in a pub? Get into fights? Play darts?

Tony: Eh, sometimes. But, what I usually love to do is a bit of practise with my knife. For a little game of "Five Finger Fillet."