Oregonal Sin

Richard hadn't only just arrived. He'd waited, ordered a drink, taken a table on his own with his back to the corner to watch Alec for a while, observe the people around, watch the game. When he saw the telltale drop of a hand under the table Alec was playing at, he stood, walked over with apparent casualness, and set his untouched whiskey on the table in front of Alec.

One hand on Alec's shoulder, the other keeping his coat clear of his draw, his eyes steady on the man across the table. "Reconsider. Now."