01-06-2016, 11:01 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-08-2016, 06:39 PM by Magikeeper.)
"Alright, alright." Dalton holds up both of his hands in a calming motion before continuing. "I've been gathering information on the dragon for a while now, noticed that Garza wanted to investigate the same area. I-"
Garza slams his fist onto the table, the man's third shot of Tiburon Taut and a more transient helping of riotous anger washing away his nervousness. "YOU JUST WANTE-"
"Woah, woah, calm down Garza. Everything I said is still tru-" Dalton ducks as Garza throws his glass at him. The patron behind him, about 6'4" in height and heavily scarred, is not so fortunate. The large man looks back at the group with big, pitiful eyes.
A voice cries out from a group of men (who were) playing poker across the room. "HEY! Someone just threw a glass at Gentle John!"
Garza slams his fist onto the table, the man's third shot of Tiburon Taut and a more transient helping of riotous anger washing away his nervousness. "YOU JUST WANTE-"
"Woah, woah, calm down Garza. Everything I said is still tru-" Dalton ducks as Garza throws his glass at him. The patron behind him, about 6'4" in height and heavily scarred, is not so fortunate. The large man looks back at the group with big, pitiful eyes.
A voice cries out from a group of men (who were) playing poker across the room. "HEY! Someone just threw a glass at Gentle John!"