[Vander is weighing his options in his head as he keeps his gaze steady on the kid. He can see it in his eyes that he’s spoiling for a fight, and things at this point can only end one of two ways. Either he realizes he’s about to get in over his head and backs off, or he starts this fight he’s practically begging for in earnest. And if it’s the latter, Vander knows it’s best not to take things too far, but boy would if feel good knocking this kid on his ass—
Thankfully, the long, tense moment of their showdown is broken when the bartender makes his displeasure known. And just like that, all their posturing gets deflated.
Vander holds steady and silent as Gen retreats, eyes locked onto him until he’s out the door. He, too, isn’t going to forget this little run-in. It’s a big, bustling city, but he knows better than to think that means their paths won’t cross again.
And then he sighs, turns to the bartender with an apology and an offer to clean up the modest mess they’d made, and hopes he can finally have a moment of peace when it’s all done.]
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Thankfully, the long, tense moment of their showdown is broken when the bartender makes his displeasure known. And just like that, all their posturing gets deflated.
Vander holds steady and silent as Gen retreats, eyes locked onto him until he’s out the door. He, too, isn’t going to forget this little run-in. It’s a big, bustling city, but he knows better than to think that means their paths won’t cross again.
And then he sighs, turns to the bartender with an apology and an offer to clean up the modest mess they’d made, and hopes he can finally have a moment of peace when it’s all done.]