The conversation behind him, which was at a low roar for most of the time he was at the bar trailed off to non-existance. Being no novice to the potential situations this would herald, Reeve sharped his alertness as he scanned his surroundings for incoming trouble, and found only the approaching dark skined patron, who came to a stop on the right side of him. He glared down at Reeve, sizing him up. His eyes …
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…to do with" Reeve snapped, biting the ends of his words off, then looked down at the empty tumbler still resting on the bar. Ariah stifled her next quip, realizing he was mostly right and that, for as much as she would love to twist the barb farther, even Reeve had his limits. The barkeep slid into his feild of focus as if on que, handing him another tumbler and nodding a reguard to Ariah.