02-13-2020, 11:01 PM
Christopher cast a smarmy smile Darius' way, shaking off. The look soured when Darius got to his less than flattering part.
People were starting to get up. A lot of them were small ... but some were spindly, gangly teenagers with angry looks in sunken eyes.
"The hell do you lot think you are?" a boy snapped, voice cracking as he scrabbled for what looked to be a walking stick.
A harried man with a visibly bent leg scooted back on his hands, not making eye contact.
The others - mostly girls and young women - were scrabbling for their own weapons, and one of them grabbed a dirty frying pan.
"Hurley, Esquire," Chris snarled, though he had not earned the title yet.
He shook off and pulled his pants back up, drawing a pistol. Two of the closer figures withdrew, though the girl with the frying pan was trying to sneak up on him.
People were starting to get up. A lot of them were small ... but some were spindly, gangly teenagers with angry looks in sunken eyes.
"The hell do you lot think you are?" a boy snapped, voice cracking as he scrabbled for what looked to be a walking stick.
A harried man with a visibly bent leg scooted back on his hands, not making eye contact.
The others - mostly girls and young women - were scrabbling for their own weapons, and one of them grabbed a dirty frying pan.
"Hurley, Esquire," Chris snarled, though he had not earned the title yet.
He shook off and pulled his pants back up, drawing a pistol. Two of the closer figures withdrew, though the girl with the frying pan was trying to sneak up on him.
