Could he go a few minutes, Blight damn an hour maybe, without anyone trying to pick a fight with him? What was it this time? Something about his tattoo? Thinking himself better then the guy because he was pointedly ignoring him? He had taken his favorite seat? Honestly Garris wasn't paying attention to what the man was saying to actually know what the reason was, too busy trying to tune the man's voice out as it was grating on his nerves. Maybe this once the stranger would just get the hint and walk away.
A hand suddenly grabbing his shoulder and yanking at him.
Apparently not.
The mug that Garris had been drinking from is now on the ground, the contents stinging and dripping from the man's eyes - damn, he had been enjoying that, too. As predicted the man howls in anger, hands immediately going to his face to clear his eyes, which Garris takes advantage of, shoving back on his chest while sweeping a leg behind his legs. With his opponent on the floor, Garris draws his bow and aims it at the man's head.
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A hand suddenly grabbing his shoulder and yanking at him.
Apparently not.
The mug that Garris had been drinking from is now on the ground, the contents stinging and dripping from the man's eyes - damn, he had been enjoying that, too. As predicted the man howls in anger, hands immediately going to his face to clear his eyes, which Garris takes advantage of, shoving back on his chest while sweeping a leg behind his legs. With his opponent on the floor, Garris draws his bow and aims it at the man's head.
"Time to leave asshole. And you owe me a drink."