Cal blinks his eyes as he looks from where he sits behind a table, sipping at a mug of ale. His hand tightens around the blaster at his hip, trying to keep himself from lashing out at anyone. He had recently lost a partner, and he’s not in the best of moods to talk right now. His eyes narrow as he watches a fight break out between two people at the head of the bar table not far from where he sits. “You boys want to take it outside?” He asks, his eyes flashing with annoyance as he does. All he wants to do is drink at the moment, and he kinda wants to do it in peace.
(I love Geralt of Rivia from the Witcher. I’m currently watching the show, haven’t read the books or played the game.)