He casually strolled next to Len, "Of course. Could use a bit of fighting practice anyway." The fun thing about Len offering to buy everyone a round is that by the end of the night, there'd barely be anyone to buy for, but it would've still been a hell of a good time.
A look of amusement spread on his face when the patron walked up to Cold. He could help but find it a little hilarious when people like that had no idea what they were dealing with. Before the threat was even spoken, Mark had taken off his jacket and threw it on the chair behind him. As soon as Len headbutted the bastard, patrons started coming at them. Mark pulled the collar of a man coming at Len, presumably to help his friend.
"Guess no one ever taught you how to follow rules," Mark said, giving him a swift punch to the jaw. A minute in, and it was already a brawling mess. People who weren't even involved were starting to fight each other and it was quite the mob scene.
"But a mob without any man at the head of it, is beneath pitifulness."
He kneed another patron who attempted to burn him with a cigarette in the gut.