Fan-friggin'-tastic. [Jin's muttering under his breath, just a couple of paces behind.
Meanwhile, the bandit, who towers at least a head above Jin's teammate, has paused to take stock of Asher. from the way his expression darkens and his eyebrows furrow together, it's probably safe to assume he's not just striking up some casual conversation.
"Wanna try that one again, kid?" he sneers-- just as Jin appears at Asher's side. Asher probably hasn't noticed (Jin wouldn't blame him, wall of angry muscle in his face and all), but he's affecting a leisurely, calm tone with the bandit: playing it for however long it's worth, hopefully long enough to get both of their asses out of the fire.]
How y'doing tonight, gentlemen?
[He rests a hand on the back of Asher's shoulder. To the outsider, it's a gesture of friendship; for Jin, it's a way to ensure he can yank this jerk out of the bar by the arm in about a minute if he has to. He smiles pleasantly up at Big McLargehuge, but it's already too late. For all his efforts, there's still another few men, equally enormous, equally menacing, rising from their tables around the bar. He can't help an apprehensive scan of their surroundings, grin faltering.]
...Mmmore gentlemen.
[shit lmfao the yre so fukcing boned theyre gonna die]
Listen. [All right, new plan. His hand slips from Asher's shoulder and over his upper arm, then, instinctively, Jin angles his body toward the imposing bandit, blocking Asher out of harm's way by a shoulder. Voice low, words calm and slow:] Why spoil your evening just 'cause you roughed up a couple of strangers? That's not worth risking the Sheriff showing up and tossing you and your buddies in the clink. Is it?
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Meanwhile, the bandit, who towers at least a head above Jin's teammate, has paused to take stock of Asher. from the way his expression darkens and his eyebrows furrow together, it's probably safe to assume he's not just striking up some casual conversation.
"Wanna try that one again, kid?" he sneers-- just as Jin appears at Asher's side. Asher probably hasn't noticed (Jin wouldn't blame him, wall of angry muscle in his face and all), but he's affecting a leisurely, calm tone with the bandit: playing it for however long it's worth, hopefully long enough to get both of their asses out of the fire.]
How y'doing tonight, gentlemen?
[He rests a hand on the back of Asher's shoulder. To the outsider, it's a gesture of friendship; for Jin, it's a way to ensure he can yank this jerk out of the bar by the arm in about a minute if he has to. He smiles pleasantly up at Big McLargehuge, but it's already too late. For all his efforts, there's still another few men, equally enormous, equally menacing, rising from their tables around the bar. He can't help an apprehensive scan of their surroundings, grin faltering.]
...Mmmore gentlemen.
[shit lmfao the yre so fukcing boned theyre gonna die]
Listen. [All right, new plan. His hand slips from Asher's shoulder and over his upper arm, then, instinctively, Jin angles his body toward the imposing bandit, blocking Asher out of harm's way by a shoulder. Voice low, words calm and slow:] Why spoil your evening just 'cause you roughed up a couple of strangers? That's not worth risking the Sheriff showing up and tossing you and your buddies in the clink. Is it?