It seemed as if all eyes were on the pair, it being really the only confrontation that seemed remotely interesting. He swung his legs off the table, taking a swig of the beer he had set next for them. In a small part of his brain, he hoped for a confrontation between the two. It would probably release some pent up frustration. That or a bar room brawl. Now that would be fun. But he would have to hide that fact from his team, or he would probably be suspended from games. Something he really didn't want.<br/><br/>Matt let out a bark of laughter, sniffing his giggles in his beer cup. How old was the kid, ten?<br/>"Markiplier..."<br/>Matt mumbled under his breath, a sly grin on his face. Pushing the fact that he was a fan of Mark too under the rug. That wasn't important.<br/>Still, the kid had guts to "stand up" to the guy like that. The man seemed like he wanted to intimidate him, but he was able to push through it. Didn't mean he wasn't a loser like the rest of them, just less of a loser.<br/><br/><br/>Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk