Who: Carter Hall & Thor Where: A bar in Bludhaven When: August 29th, 2012 What: Carter and Thor meet in a bar. There's not likely to be any good that comes from this. Rating: PG-13
"Hey man, what do I look like to you?"
Carter had not come to the bar looking for a fight. He had had enough of that earlier this evening when he knocked around a half dozen would be masked villains that had attempted to steal an ancient Egyptian artifact from his museum. He had not really wasted a whole lot of time in actually questioning them, but from what he gathered they had thought to use the amulet to open a portal to Hell or some such nonsense. Fortunately he had taken the time to knock a good amount of sense into their heads, and now it appeared he might have to do the same for this man. All too casually, Carter set down his bottle and turned his stool halfway around to look level at the man. When he stood up, he was suddenly looking down at him.
"Like a man who wants to get his ass kicked", Carter said, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt as if the issue was already decided. Naturally the man, upon facing an actual physical challenged, back to back down. Predictably.
"Well, I..." The man glanced over his shoulder, to find that his friends seemed even less interested in a brawl, as they backed toward the door. "I guess I can find somewhere else to sit."
Carter was not quite done yet, though. He made a full circle around the man, measuring him, but more importantly, gauging the way he seemed to be on the verge of making a mess of himself. Clearly not a warrior.
"Best idea you had all day", Carter said with his back to the man as he sat back down upon the stool that had been contested mere moments ago. "I would have hated to get blood on my new shirt anyway."
The man slouched off, beaten, and Carter took a long pull from his drink, paying little heed to anyone else in the bar.