[ Distracted as he is with pushing forward, Faraday nearly misses his new friend’s little problem with the drunkards behind them – and probably would have continued on, if it hadn’t been for the wild shot slamming into the ceiling, sending down a spray of wooden splinters. Faraday turns, expecting a new threat—
Except it’s nothing particularly noteworthy. In fact, it’s his temporary ally, grappling with two corned men. Faraday would laugh (and probably will later on, provided they both managed to shove through and make it to the batwing doors at the entrance), but mostly he feels that spike of excitement in his belly that widens that feral sort of smile curling his lips.
He darts over, grabs one of the men by the scruff of the neck and spins him around. Faraday’s elbow cracks into the man’s nose, sends him sprawling into a few other men who turn on him, dragging him into their brawl. Before he can raise his gun on the second man, Faraday spots Connelly, one of his tablemates from his game of poker, snarling and diving at him from his left. The man shouts something about “yellow-bellied, no-good cheats,” and Faraday ducks under his wild swing, sidesteps another.
Faraday, frequently in the habit of making excellent life choices, decides to taunt Connelly, shouting, “Ain’t my fault you can’t tell a King from a deuce.” This has the expected outcome of incensing Connelly even further, and he charges forward, driving his shoulder into Faraday’s gut. The two of them disappear into the crowd. ]
not a problem! <3
Except it’s nothing particularly noteworthy. In fact, it’s his temporary ally, grappling with two corned men. Faraday would laugh (and probably will later on, provided they both managed to shove through and make it to the batwing doors at the entrance), but mostly he feels that spike of excitement in his belly that widens that feral sort of smile curling his lips.
He darts over, grabs one of the men by the scruff of the neck and spins him around. Faraday’s elbow cracks into the man’s nose, sends him sprawling into a few other men who turn on him, dragging him into their brawl. Before he can raise his gun on the second man, Faraday spots Connelly, one of his tablemates from his game of poker, snarling and diving at him from his left. The man shouts something about “yellow-bellied, no-good cheats,” and Faraday ducks under his wild swing, sidesteps another.
Faraday, frequently in the habit of making excellent life choices, decides to taunt Connelly, shouting, “Ain’t my fault you can’t tell a King from a deuce.” This has the expected outcome of incensing Connelly even further, and he charges forward, driving his shoulder into Faraday’s gut. The two of them disappear into the crowd. ]