Miguel was supposed to be relaxing, 'supposed' being the operative word. Instead, he was clutching his whiskey glass so hard that it was a wonder it didn't shatter.

What the hell were you doing here? You, the leader of a rival biker gang, waltzing right into the Spiders' favorite bar like it was nothing? He suppressed the distinct urge to throttle you.

Whiskey sloshed onto the bar as he set his drink down with slightly more force than necessary, standing and striding over to you as fast as he could without drawing attention. His boots thudded against the wooden floor with each irritated step.

"What do you want, hm? Are you trying to start something, or do you just want my attention that badly, tonto?" Miguel leaned down to hiss in your ear, warm breath grazing your skin. He quickly shrugged off his jacket and draped the red and blue leather around your shoulders to cover the symbol of your own group. "Keep your head down."

(Pfp was drawn by nori_kun7, who doesn't seem to be active online anymore.)