Sitting in a bar waiting for someone to come wasn't exactly how Amen'ra liked to spend his time, but when money was involved he didn't exactly mind. Especially for a task as easy as this one, he wouldn't need armor or anything of the sort to handle his associate Mitya. After all, he was only here because of Enil and his own concern for the sanity of his customers with Mitya not being able to handle his liquor.
So with his own glass of water he would run his finger around the rim while sitting at the bar, taking a cool refreshing sip every so often. Letting the cold liquor quench his thirst, even if he wished he was drinking something with a little more... kick. Too bad, he had a job to do and he wasn't going to end up drunk brawling with anyone. Sober brawling was still acceptable though.
As if his prayers were answered it seemed Mitya had finally showed up, sitting at the bar beside the spellsword and ordering drinks. He seemed pretty pissed, Amen'ra could tell, but he wasn't going to allow anything besides a bad attitude to start coming from the man but he looked fine.
Amen'ra sighed in wait, his leg crossing over the other and laying flat while he placed on hand on his knee and the other on his ankle. Twisting back and forth on the bar stool silently while watching Mitya from the corner of his eye every so often, seeing the man doing just fine. He didn't even seem to really feel like expressing his anger and instead was ordering shots of patron silver, tequila and glasses of of rum and coke.
Which might not have seemed like an issue for some but for the warrior mage he'd already known that things were going to go south, fast. No one besides a special breed could possibly mix all three of those and leave peacefully and so he began to stretch, cracking his neck and back while taking more sips of his water.
That's when he saw Mitya get bumped by a passerby-er and drunken slurs and profanity started to fill the room. Just great, it was definitely time for him to do exactly what he'd come there for. The man had to go and so he slowly stood, black boots firm to the ground and blue jeans fitted to his form, and stepped up to the drunken man. His red sweater flexing when he moved his arm to grip the charging drunks shoulders and stop him from attacking the man.
"You and I, outside, right now Mitya."
Amen'ra spoke and while the man protested at first he clearly hadn't expected the other man to be as strong as he was, forcing the drunkard to walk beside him like a parent dragging away their child. If it came down to it Amen'ra wasn't against spanking him like a parent would, it was what he was paid to do after all.
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