Post by SpikedEdge on Jul 30, 2018 13:59:56 GMT -7
Richard relents a bit once the surrounding crowd does, more than ready to rejoin the festivities himself now that it seemed their petty squabble was sated at Chiharu’s behest. Though it seemed, based on the contorted look smeared across the interloper’s face, that he’d have to handle this situation first. “Don’t do it…” The mercenary says as he casually reaches for the tankard he had slammed down earlier. “It’s not gonna end well…” Richard picks up his tone and the drink, shifting his position to the fool’s blindside as a grin rather fitting of the man’s next action dances on the lips and in the eyes of the slovenly patron. RD groans aloud heavily as the man is about to finish his one-liner, “Oh my god… he sounds just like a cookie cutter mook in a poor adventure novel… does… does he think that’s… cool or something? Is he serious right now? I can't believe there are people who actually talk like that!” The mercenary grips his mug a bit tighter and winds that arm, his right, back a bit, readying himself to leave this drunk with a knot the size of a golf ball whenever he awakens from the hit.
Richard clenches his left fist for a follow-up in case the man still feels like going a round once the tankard connects, but before he can initiate, he hears Atrium’s voice request that he ‘Let this play out’. He quickly swivels his head to look at the ‘good doctor’, giving him a look of questioning and rather obvious disdain. RD wanted nothing more than to shut this idiot up, enough that he was willing to waste a perfectly good drink to do so. So the reasoning needed to outweigh the obvious benefit. Which it did. After all, this was one of the main complaints Richard had with the pair coming along, not that seeing them handle a clearly dimwitted and on top of that, inebriated, man would impress him much, but if they couldn’t handle this themselves there was no way in hell he was going along with these rogues, without proper compensation.
And so, the mercenary turns his gaze back to the mug in his right hand, and indulges in yet another sip, only relaxing a bit before he shouts over to Chi: “Chiharu! Lets call this an impromptu test! A No hit contest! He gets a blow on you, you lose!” Rd grins mischievously, Adding, “… And if that seems too easy for ya, let’s see your best method of taking out the trash, show em’ the door! Give us something to drink to!” He raises his beverage high, cheering her on, as he in turn raises the stakes. He sits down and awaits the result, his seemingly mirthful behavior shifting to a mildly more serious one as he focuses on her intensely, most of the change happening in his posture. He still looked as if he was enjoying himself, because he indeed was, but his stance became that of one who was fully invested in a lecture or some source of entertainment. A bit of a battle aficionado, he found himself very curious as to her combat style. Already her movements intrigued him; he intended to glean all of the knowledge he possibly could in the hopes of picking up something worthwhile to use in his own technique.
Win or lose, it didn’t really matter to Richard, he was definitely getting rid of this sod before the next round of drinks, he refused to suffer his ignorance any longer.
Richard clenches his left fist for a follow-up in case the man still feels like going a round once the tankard connects, but before he can initiate, he hears Atrium’s voice request that he ‘Let this play out’. He quickly swivels his head to look at the ‘good doctor’, giving him a look of questioning and rather obvious disdain. RD wanted nothing more than to shut this idiot up, enough that he was willing to waste a perfectly good drink to do so. So the reasoning needed to outweigh the obvious benefit. Which it did. After all, this was one of the main complaints Richard had with the pair coming along, not that seeing them handle a clearly dimwitted and on top of that, inebriated, man would impress him much, but if they couldn’t handle this themselves there was no way in hell he was going along with these rogues, without proper compensation.
And so, the mercenary turns his gaze back to the mug in his right hand, and indulges in yet another sip, only relaxing a bit before he shouts over to Chi: “Chiharu! Lets call this an impromptu test! A No hit contest! He gets a blow on you, you lose!” Rd grins mischievously, Adding, “… And if that seems too easy for ya, let’s see your best method of taking out the trash, show em’ the door! Give us something to drink to!” He raises his beverage high, cheering her on, as he in turn raises the stakes. He sits down and awaits the result, his seemingly mirthful behavior shifting to a mildly more serious one as he focuses on her intensely, most of the change happening in his posture. He still looked as if he was enjoying himself, because he indeed was, but his stance became that of one who was fully invested in a lecture or some source of entertainment. A bit of a battle aficionado, he found himself very curious as to her combat style. Already her movements intrigued him; he intended to glean all of the knowledge he possibly could in the hopes of picking up something worthwhile to use in his own technique.
Win or lose, it didn’t really matter to Richard, he was definitely getting rid of this sod before the next round of drinks, he refused to suffer his ignorance any longer.