[ Owen looks at his knuckle that he cut open after punching some bloke in a bar brawl. Reaching over to the counter besides him, he grabs hold of a cold beer, and he rests it over the cut to bring down the swelling. ]
He was asking for it, but that twat had a jaw made out of concrete. Maybe next time I'll learn to just mind my own, and let people like 'im continue to run their fucking mouths.
[ Owen lifts the pint glass from his still bloody knuckle, and he gives it a tip in return. He gives the knuckle a quick glance, and he proceeds to wipe it on his pant leg. ]
Why do I got a feeling that pint ain't exactly free? Anyways what is the shit idea that lead you to come watch two grown men act like children?
[ And despite the bloody condensation on the mug, Owen goes to lift it to his lips and he quickly downs the remains of the dark colored stout. ]
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He was asking for it, but that twat had a jaw made out of concrete. Maybe next time I'll learn to just mind my own, and let people like 'im continue to run their fucking mouths.
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That right? Well, here's to shit ideas and we, the lucky bastards, who have 'em.
[ he tips his drink in his grip, then gestures for the barman. a thumb is hooked in owen's direction; next one's on him. ]
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Why do I got a feeling that pint ain't exactly free? Anyways what is the shit idea that lead you to come watch two grown men act like children?
[ And despite the bloody condensation on the mug, Owen goes to lift it to his lips and he quickly downs the remains of the dark colored stout. ]
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Fine. But no one told you to go up there in the first place.