The man sat and slouched over his drink, taking sips every now and again. You had been keeping an eye on him for a while. You watched him as he entered the bar, as he put his fist down and announced who he was with a demand of booze, as he held a smirk when the other patrons fled the bar, and as he is now looking over his drink, scowl still on his face. “You’ve been watching me since I’ve entered. You looking for some kind of trouble, girl?” He barked, his body turned away from you.