Mikhail scowled as the creature tripped over him and near took his stool over with him. He didn't even bother to look down at the pathetic, alcohol reeking man. Even when he caught himself on the hunter.
That rage was boiling inside. He normally didn't bother elementals and witches, but this one was chipping away at what little tolerance he had.
The last drink going over was the straw. When the bartender turned away, the dark, brooding man was gone, money for his drink left under his glass.
Mikhail followed the fool silently out of the bar. As soon as they were near an alley, he stopped concealing his presence in the shadow and lunged, grabbing the young man by the throat and dragging him into the narrow darkness.
He flung him towards the wall with an angry snarl. "Is it fun for you?" he demanded. "Or do you just bother people when you're drunk?" Maybe he needed to branch out to elementals. Some of them were clearly menaces.