I don't need luck when I've got my wit, charm, and good-- [ He was going to say looks, here, but considering he's looked like he got run over by a cavalcade of semi-trucks for the past several months, he just stops himself. ]
Just-- get ready to haul ass, okay?
[ He pushes off from the counter, and when he's sure the Ravagers are distracted with their drinks and their conversation, Peter saunters over to Spikey.
He leans against the counter, arms crossed over his chest as he looks down the bridge of his nose at him. He ducks his head, says something in Spike's ear, then--
"What the fuck did you just say to me, you little piece of shit?!"
Spikey grabs Peter around the throat -- which was definitely not part of his plan, Peter laments, as his hands scramble to grip the alien's wrist -- and flings him straight into the table of Ravagers. The Krylorian woman screams in shock and darts away as the other Ravagers surge to their feet.
The bastards don't even bother checking on Peter before charging at the alien, and chaos, predictably, ensues. ]
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Just-- get ready to haul ass, okay?
[ He pushes off from the counter, and when he's sure the Ravagers are distracted with their drinks and their conversation, Peter saunters over to Spikey.
He leans against the counter, arms crossed over his chest as he looks down the bridge of his nose at him. He ducks his head, says something in Spike's ear, then--
"What the fuck did you just say to me, you little piece of shit?!"
Spikey grabs Peter around the throat -- which was definitely not part of his plan, Peter laments, as his hands scramble to grip the alien's wrist -- and flings him straight into the table of Ravagers. The Krylorian woman screams in shock and darts away as the other Ravagers surge to their feet.
The bastards don't even bother checking on Peter before charging at the alien, and chaos, predictably, ensues. ]