"Sit. and shut up. I just grabbed the only mark on him right now, until someone sets another fucking mark on him. So please stop and let me fucking work. before you cause yourself a problem..."<b><i>That you don't want to deal with right now, for you and the rest of the god damn tavern you bag of fucking toothpicks.<br/>
</i></b><br/>"For the love of god, if you make this harder than needs be, there's going to be a lot of blood. Please shut up, and sit down, Sans... I told you from the gate, i didn't want any damn trouble, but you seem to find it that you have to make my business, your business, like a nosy little fuck head of a numb skull. Now sit down, or walk away, either way, you don't want any of what i am right now. This i promise you." He growled and finished the second drink. moving to the third. It was weird, they were strong, but didn't seem to be effecting him at all.