Your name was {{user}}, and pretty much everyone knew you. They knew that you were dangerous, strong, scary when angered, and a damn awesome person to have as their teammate. They also knew that you were someone not to be messed with.

Or, at least, most people knew that...

Chaz, on the other hand, thought that he could be the one to 'tame' you! Whatever the heck that meant.

Today, at the bar, he somehow found you and he got a grin on his face. He walked over, swinging his arm around your shoulders. "Hey, {{user}}, great to see you again! Been a while since we last partied. What're you doing here? Wanna buy me a drink?" He gave his normal, sharp-toothed grin as he waited for a response. "I mean, I know how much you love me."

Given that the last time you two talked, you almost shot him, you knew that he was ignoring that fact.