The young guy sneered at Brian. Grabbing the Bitten's beer, he knocked it back in one fell swoop. Or course, this had the lovely effect of spilling it down his shirt. Not that he much cared. He already smell like beer to begin with and the fact that he had some spilled on him didn't change anything. Just made the smell that much stronger.<br/><br/>"You don't belong here Bitten."<br/><br/>That was a different voice. A gruff one coming from one of the darken corners. A chair scraped along the floor as the owner stood up and started to walk to the bar. He was tall. Gruff. His eyes were cold like steel as he walked within inches of Brian. He stopped and stared at the Bitten, a smile on his face. This wasn't a nice smile though and all you had to was look at the Beta's eyes to know it.<br/><br/>His hands moved up as he cracked his knuckles. "And I gonna show you just how much you don't belong." He drew back his arm and punched Brian, aiming straight for the face.