"Well someone really knows how to make an entrance." Len called out from two seats down. He'd about faced from the bar with his elbows behind him about halfway through the altercation, mostly to get a better view. He'd noticed Laurel's entrance, of course. Practically everyone had. Beautiful woman, walking in with that much confidence and a new face to boot? You'd have to be blind not to, but apparently the asshole with a boot up against his throat was the only one stupid enough to assume beautiful and immediately unattached was an invitation.
Len hadn't been in town long enough to consider himself a regular at the place but it was good for people watching. And some pick pocketing here and there. Partly to stay in practice but mostly because it was fun. He didn't intend to get any kind of real long term employment around town. The stipend would last him a while. Planning some elaborate heist would be risky if the rumors about all the capes around town were true. Not even his favorite do-gooder, either. Which was a real shame. Scarlet had a way of making his life interesting. So far Storybrooke was as dull as dirt.
Tonight, though, was looking up. He was pretty sure the guy on the floor might have come in with some friends but that didn't mean he was looking to pitch in and help. Not unless he was asked. The blonde could obviously handle herself. Much like another blonde he was growing oddly fond of. In fact, the whole thing was a little like deja vu.