[Job/D-Rank] The Geezer

Crash.

Whiskey hit the brown tapered walls along the Sheath & Pig. The placed which was as much as stained with liqour and debauchery was now stained a pitiful kind of violence. An older man, had to be at least sixty, stood hunched over, tattered clothes and a gruff beard. He scowled something fierce and while the old man without  doubt still had much fight left in him, he was just an old man. A Geezer.

"Get out of here" The Bartender said, "Before I call the authorities you crazy old man!". Soon the pub was filled with a obnoxious chorus of "Boos" and the slum like attendees were cheering on the Geezers Departure. Thats what woke him up. Jahingir woke to the sound of more clashing dishes, the sight of people pouring bear across the ground and many "gladiators" roughing up some old guy.

Jahin rested his hand on his knuckle looking at the two idiots shove at this homeless geezer while the manager of the pub got all worked up. God were these guys this hyped? It wasnt even lunch time. Having enough fun, and particularly annoyed by the ruckus, Jahingir got up and placed his hands behind his head walking towards the exit.'

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Jahin was then rudely grabbed on the shoulder by some guy. Grabbing the mans hand he turned menacingly.

"Who in the hell are you?"

As usual he had no tact, the man blinked and then sighed.

"The store manager. Look, I've seen you do jobs around here before. Would you take this old geezer out for me? I dont care what you do with him, just know ill pay you well."

Money? Jahin grinned, money mean more gold and how he could never have enough of that.

"Alright, leave it to me" he said walking back towards the  old man who was still being harassed by the jocks he stuck his hand out.

"Hey you Geezer! Come on were leaving"

The old man hardly paid him any attention, the jocks however did. Turning there bodies towards him now, hands on their hips they grinned smugly.

"Why dont you screw off? Eh? Were just having some fun" One of the muscular boys took a shove at Jahingir, which wasnt the wisest of decision. Jahin scowled, grabbing the boys wrist and squeezing it his finalis strength causing the boys hand to crunch audibly. The other boy who probably was a lackey waved his hands in defense.

"Yo we were just messing around. No harm done man. Chill"

Jahingir had no more time for fools, he grabbed the old geezer by the wrist and pulled him out of the pub by force. After exiting and walking a block he let go of them man and  brushed himself off.

"There Job Done."

The man however was less then amused.

"Who in the hell are you!..." The old geezer began a string of curses, none which Jahin had much time for him. Taking pity on the man, jahin gave him a quick chop to temple, rendering him unconscious but very much so alive. Jihangir sighed.

"Well thats that. Time to go claim my reward" With that Jihangir walked backed towards the shop. Forgetting all about the old Geezer. Sad honestly.

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