[Quite possibly because it's appetizer happy hour and he made a smart-arse comment about her getting the last of something. Perhaps.
Regardless, Sid's first reaction is to immediately put himself between Rielle and her, though Rielle backs up of her own accord (understandably). He tries to intercept the punch, but is a hair slow, and spits out some blood from where he bites down on his tongue.]
...Bloody--
[At which point the bartender sternly reminds them to take it outside. But -- as much as he loves a fight, as long as Rielle's around, it's not worth it. Just a single glance at her reminds him of that.]
Tch. Sit the hell down and stop picking fights when there are children around.
She does pause in the act of winding back to take another shot at Sid's jaw (which may or may not have needed a short hop to bridge the height difference), giving Rielle a startled glance followed by a sheepish step backwards to give them some breathing room. ]
Shite.
[ Still, Rielle's presence won't keep Ceri from giving Sidurgu her most gimlet glare, fists resting on her hips. ] Mayhap leaving said children well away from a Twelve's-damned drinking establishment would be common sense, eh? [ Common sense WHICH HE CLEARLY LACKS, BY THE WAY. ]
[She clearly doesn't know their situation. She doesn't know a damn thing about who they are and why they're here, and while it's better that way, Sid has half a mind not to uppercut her for that remarkable display of callous ignorance.
He's clenching his jaw hard and curling his fists as if to do so, but the physical reprisal never comes.]
Put a lid on it and eat your damned food before it gets cold. If you want a bar fight that badly, I'll be happy to entertain you afterward.
[ Yup, she's the epitome of an ignorant tourist. Slightly drunk, ornery, and lacking the self-preservation instinct she was born with.
She cocks an eyebrow, thinking for a moment, prior to plunking herself down at their table without so much as a by-your-leave, shifting only enough to scoop up her mug of crappy booze and the plank of rye bread from her original seat. ]
If you insist. Bossy little prig, aren't you? [ Fortunately food and drink both have a tendency to disappear at an alarming rate when put in front of her. Shouldn't be long. ACCUSATORY POINT WITH BREAD CRUST -- ] Loser buys the next round.
[And it hasn't even been five minutes yet. That's a feat. For now, though, until she finishes, he's just going to stand there and insult her, he supposes.]
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Regardless, Sid's first reaction is to immediately put himself between Rielle and her, though Rielle backs up of her own accord (understandably). He tries to intercept the punch, but is a hair slow, and spits out some blood from where he bites down on his tongue.]
...Bloody--
[At which point the bartender sternly reminds them to take it outside. But -- as much as he loves a fight, as long as Rielle's around, it's not worth it. Just a single glance at her reminds him of that.]
Tch. Sit the hell down and stop picking fights when there are children around.
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She does pause in the act of winding back to take another shot at Sid's jaw (which may or may not have needed a short hop to bridge the height difference), giving Rielle a startled glance followed by a sheepish step backwards to give them some breathing room. ]
Shite.
[ Still, Rielle's presence won't keep Ceri from giving Sidurgu her most gimlet glare, fists resting on her hips. ] Mayhap leaving said children well away from a Twelve's-damned drinking establishment would be common sense, eh? [ Common sense WHICH HE CLEARLY LACKS, BY THE WAY. ]
Or keep your swiving yap shut. Whichever.
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He's clenching his jaw hard and curling his fists as if to do so, but the physical reprisal never comes.]
Put a lid on it and eat your damned food before it gets cold. If you want a bar fight that badly, I'll be happy to entertain you afterward.
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She cocks an eyebrow, thinking for a moment, prior to plunking herself down at their table without so much as a by-your-leave, shifting only enough to scoop up her mug of crappy booze and the plank of rye bread from her original seat. ]
If you insist. Bossy little prig, aren't you? [ Fortunately food and drink both have a tendency to disappear at an alarming rate when put in front of her. Shouldn't be long.
ACCUSATORY POINT WITH BREAD CRUST -- ] Loser buys the next round.
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Has anyone ever told you you're insufferable?
[And it hasn't even been five minutes yet. That's a feat. For now, though, until she finishes, he's just going to stand there and insult her, he supposes.]