This guy might have as many anger management issues as Justice did. Imagine that. Justice wasn't one to spend huge amounts of time pursuing people who were surly assholes-- case in point, that Lina chick from a few days ago. But he wasn't quite ready to give up on this one yet. He was more amused than angry, and maybe he wanted to see how far he could push. Nothing else to do around here.
He got up leisurely from his table, glass still in hand, and ambled toward the bar. Justice didn't hold the glass as if he might drink from it again; he held it sideways in his hand with the intent of using it for a weapon if he saw the need. He'd never been a fuckin' Boy Scout, but it didn't hurt to be prepared.