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Roger Smith (roger_smith) wrote in silverage,

When the conmotion started, Roger's first thought was to look the other way and finish his drink. The last thing he needed was to get in trouble and he was starting to wonder if his black suit stood out too much in this crowd, a little too formal for the early evening crowd. This lasted for about five seconds.

Setting up his glass on the table, he started putting on his black leather gloves - he didn't anticipate things getting violent yet, but better safe than sorry.

"Hey now," he said casually, addressing the taller man. "I don't think that's such a good idea. You start a fight, get kicked out of the bar and where's the fun in that? You don't want to stop having drinks and enjoying your day because of this guy, right?"

The man looking for a fight was a couple of inches taller, but he was drunk and Roger was sure he could take him if things got ugly. Still, he hoped talking would be enough.