[OPEN] HERE IS SOMETHING YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND:

[crystalmethod]

[open to all]

They call them pubs here. Trevor dislikes this. He refuses to use their slang, and he has already gotten into a verbal fight with someone over language. Of course, this was all incited by Trevor himself after some hapless bar patron decided to insinuate that "English" was better than "American." Or maybe he wasn't insinuating anything; Trevor just assumed he was. Or maybe the man just politely told Trevor to calm down. Trevor can't remember the reasoning anymore because it was a blur of rage.

He now can be found in the middle of a rant - one in a series of many - shouting out into the dingy pub and attempting to cause another scene, which for some reason hasn't gotten him kicked out yet.

"Lager is a fucking scourge. It's goat piss. It doesn't get the distinction of being bull piss, because that shit is strong. Which one of you pip-pip jerkoffs tried to buy the whole bar pints of lager? Is that how you show your affection, you sadist? I know you're still here! I'm gonna find your presumptuous hide and carve it right off!"



[closed to clara]

There is one ray of light in this shithole. An older woman who seems content to just watch him do his thing. He's caught her looking at him and, fearless, steps right on over and takes a seat right next to her. Leaning on the table, he turns on his "charm", which just consists of him lowering his voice and staring at her with an intensity that'd make most people uncomfortable.

"Now this is a fucking crime. Beautiful girl like yourself all alone, having to buy your own drinks. Here, lemme handle that." He takes out his wallet, picks through it and procures a-- £50 note. God dammit he hates pounds. Forgot he had some of his money converted the other day.

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[falsify]

Wow.

It's not often you see a guy causing this much of a stink in the middle of a pub, and Eames is watching this unfold with a mix of amusement and fascination. He almost wants to take credit for buying the drinks just to see what Trevor would do.

He spots someone out of the corner of his eye, obviously wanting to 'deal with this' and Eames puts out an arm to stop him, shaking his head and not even bothering to lower his voice so Trevor won't hear him, "I want to see where he's going with this."

[crystalmethod]

Oh, but Trevor catches that movement. Catches how Eames puts his arm up like he's trying to end a fight before it starts. And that does a fine job of pissing Trevor off. He makes a beeline for them, spreading his arms out.

"What's wrong, your boyfriend got his panties all twisted that I insulted his favorite beverage? Please for the love of fuck get your arm away from him before I rip it off myself. C'mon, what've you got planned for me, huh? Take a swing, cowboy!" Directed at both Eames and this other guy.

[falsify]

The guy backs off before Eames even gets a chance to process what Trevor is shouting, evidently not as tough as he wants his friends to think.

Eames, on the other hand, doesn't seem all that phased. He puts his hands in his pockets and cants his head curiously at Trevor, looking him over with an amused expression. What an angry man.

"Nothing planned, I was just curious about how long someone could throw a tantrum about lager for."

[crystalmethod]

Trevor narrows his eyes at this guy. Squints a little. He was expecting the other punk to tuck his tail between his legs, but this one? Smells like a smarmy bastard. One with a nice face, at least. Nice body, hopefully. Trevor won't mind shouting at it.

"A tantrum. Oh, I can show you a tantrum, sweetheart. That was a mild fucking complaint." He wags his finger at Eames like he's telling him some revelation.