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one battered, bloody fist presses to the beer slicked wooden floorboards of the seedy gotham
city strip club, supporting him as he struggles to both feet. his other hand grips the hilt of his
combat knife, which is plunged into the sternum of a man far larger than john wick himself.
one firm tug frees the blade, blood gushing from the newly unplugged wound and spilling
out onto the dead man’s blue striped blazer.
taking a moment to clean the blood off his knife by way of the dead man’s clothes,
he approaches the bar & takes a seat next to the only person that didn’t turn tail &
run once people started dying. john gives her a look, but doesn’t say anything.
he’s surprised, to say the least.
picking up the brandy one of the dead men left behind, wick helps
himself to it with the hope of easing the ringing in his ears.