the stray
male/any
thirty three
xxx, orre
bisexual
bar owner/keep
Senior ranger
Hold on don't look back, you know we're better, better than that
TAG WITH @evan
evan fader
smile [c]
POSTED ON Jan 9, 2020 0:48:06 GMT
[attr="class","evantalk"] "Does it now?" Evan's grin does not subside, no if anything it seems to widen because the man across his bar seems to think he can bargain with him. It's almost cute. He laughs. "How generous of you." the words are mocking but the tone is not, a clear disconnect that had earned Evan his reputation in years past. He had been known for the fact that death could stare him in the face and he would smile. Widely. "Rat me out to who?""Don't get me wrong, there's a fair few like you who would try to come to me.""To my bar." His words are patient, clearly articulated, he will not repeat himself tonight. Somewhere in between the amused smile and the cold tone hangs an aura that rarely comes off the man. It becomes starkly clear that whatever advantage this little bird thinks he has against the snake in the grass will only get him bitten harder than he is prepared for. Evan has always had a knack for sending chills down the spine. "And speak to me as if they're somehow in charge simply because I'm not a part of that anymore." something in the way his jaw tenses, tightens, as if he's holding himself back, alludes to the idea that he is not only greatly displeased but his anger has not changed one bit, and hard as it may be to make him angry it is never anything short of ugly when he is. Evan leans on the bar top, elbows settling against the wood as he gets closer to the man, voice lowering and making a point to make his next words between only them. The coldness is bottomless, the vacancy of false red-black eyes makes it more so. "But you see, the ones who will are idiots. The ones stupid enough to think that just because I don't participate anymore I've grown into some kind of soft half-baked citizen.""I am not. It will be you who asks nicely on my property. You are cordial at my table. That has not changed just because the table has changed color, understood?"His eyes narrow coldly, watching him. "Visitors are an inconvenience, not a fear. So if you plan on trying to bargain like an idiot instead of leaving me alone to not give a shit about you instead" just to make it clear that would have been the smart course of action. "You'll have to do better than that."Evan despises how he has to set the precedent here, it seems that enough time has passed for people to think they can come to him and act like they are somehow in charge, somehow above him. It was never allowed before, when he was chin deep in the bullshit he'd let himself get dragged into. Evan played the part of someone you kept nothing less than happy well back then, and it's a part of himself he loathes to return to. Below the stone cold surface, below the relaxed nature of his body language despite the firmness of his words, bellow the smile and the tone Evan finds himself seething. Cillian Quinn>>gdi gavin. [newclass=.evantalk b]color: #7d6484;[/newclass]
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