Ren raised an eyebrow at the snapping fingers at him as if to get him to shut up. He pouted little bit and glanced away. Apparently there game was being put on hold so that he could get groped by the other man. It bothered him, oh yes it did. Why did it bother him, he couldn't say. Ren had liked the little bit of attention he had gotten from Ezra. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed a bit. He felt hot. Probably too much alcohol.
He started to walk around the pool table, his lower lip sticking out in a visible pout and kept his attention focused else where. The butt of his pool cue dragged behind him as he slide the bottom of his beer bottle around the table along the wooden surface.
When he finally looked back at the other two men because he assumed that they might be done man handling each other, everything seemed to happen so quickly. Ezra announced that he was a bond enforcement officer or whatever and the man was looking at the badge. Then suddenly they were fighting.
Ren blinked a few times, looked around, and then back at the scene in front of him. What the hell!? Weren't they getting all touchy-feely just a second ago? How did this happen? Shae doubled over a little from the blow to his ribs and Ren picked up his beer bottle, finished it quickly and rushed over and hit the man on the head with it.
It wasn't like the movies at all. There was no satisfying shatter from the glass bottle. Just a thud of glass against bone as the man sagged onto the pool table, knocked out. Ren looked at the bottle in his hand as if it was some sort of hideous growth. He had never been a bar brawl before. When had he lost complete control of his actions? Damn alcohol. It wasn't like he even got hurt, but that didn't stop the wave of nausea the swept over him.
Ren looked up at Shae with eyes full of admiration, "Y-you're a bounty hunter?"