[For a moment, Vander had forgotten that he wasn’t back home, enjoying a drink at the Last Drop where everyone knew to respect him. Where he could throw his weight around and settle things easily with just a few words, because he looked out for his people—and they looked out for him in turn.
Instead he’s in a strange bar surrounded by strange faces, just another patron making a damn mess in what had been until moments ago a relaxed atmosphere. And there is indeed a noticeable hush in the area immediately surrounding them as folks turned to witness the train wreck in the making. Vander should have known better than to poke at this particular hornet’s nest, but he’s got so much built up tension from the past few days’ events—both here in Kenos and back home—that he certainly doesn’t have his head on straight.
To his credit, Vander takes the beer to the face with much more grace than this brat deserved. There’s an immediate flash of irritation that Gen will no doubt pick up on. For the briefest of moments, he even considers retaliating in kind and throwing the drink he’s been nursing this whole time right back at him. But he’s not going to let this come to blows. Not yet, anyway.
So he sets his drink on the countertop with clear irritation. Straightens up to his full height as he wipes some of the beer from his face with one hand.]
Just so damn keen to prove my point, huh? [There’s an edge of annoyance creeping into his words, though he does manage to wrangle his tone into something more disappointed. Like he was scolding one of his kids for misbehaving.] Feel better now?
Sorry for the delay!
Instead he’s in a strange bar surrounded by strange faces, just another patron making a damn mess in what had been until moments ago a relaxed atmosphere. And there is indeed a noticeable hush in the area immediately surrounding them as folks turned to witness the train wreck in the making. Vander should have known better than to poke at this particular hornet’s nest, but he’s got so much built up tension from the past few days’ events—both here in Kenos and back home—that he certainly doesn’t have his head on straight.
To his credit, Vander takes the beer to the face with much more grace than this brat deserved. There’s an immediate flash of irritation that Gen will no doubt pick up on. For the briefest of moments, he even considers retaliating in kind and throwing the drink he’s been nursing this whole time right back at him. But he’s not going to let this come to blows. Not yet, anyway.
So he sets his drink on the countertop with clear irritation. Straightens up to his full height as he wipes some of the beer from his face with one hand.]
Just so damn keen to prove my point, huh? [There’s an edge of annoyance creeping into his words, though he does manage to wrangle his tone into something more disappointed. Like he was scolding one of his kids for misbehaving.] Feel better now?