Xavier walked in to sit at a booth, his stomach growling as he decided to munch on the nachos that sat on every table as a favor. Looking up as some dude started to sing he raised a brow, the intonations, and scent that smelled familiar wafted the scent crowded area. There was no doubt about it, that kid was here, and if his nose and ears served him correctly, he was the one shaking his ass there on stage. Unable to hold in the laughter anymore, Xavier burst into a fit, his fist pounding the table, and getting too close to the basket of nachos; catapulted the whole basket of salty chips hurtling at the back of some huge guy who turned around.<br/><br/>â€œWho threw that?!â€ the guy had to yell above the music as the second song started. Seeing the kid laughing he put two and two together and walked towards the little punk gripping him by the collar. â€œWhat the Fuck is up with you!? You think this is funny?â€ He gripped the little shits shirt tighter, only to receive a sharp toothed grin. Xavier chuckled and looked directly into the manâ€™s eyes directing a challenge.<br/><br/>â€œOh, I think a lot of shit is funny.â€ Xavier brought his fist back and with a growl punched the big guy square in the jaw, he didnâ€™t like being touched. And especially didnâ€™t like being accused, although he was well aware his fist accidently sent those chips flying. Making direct contact the man grunted and released Masonâ€™s shirt, nimbly he caught himself as he landed and stood up and looked at his now stretched v-neck collar. â€œYou dick, you stretched my shirt!â€ Xavier growled and started to shake, his celtic tattoos upon his chest now even more visible as he pulled back his fist again, before the guy could even recover from the first blow from the werewolf.