Jack grinned at the woman and chuckled,"Well, I ain't your normal Quel'dorei, either, darlin'. You can say that I...am of a class all of my own." The tone of voice and grin showed that the meaning behind the words wasn't some means of making himself seem better than most people...but of a hinting, but yet haunting, tone that he might be telling the truth about something that she wouldn't know about.<br/><br/>He had to admit, this woman was quite a curvy one...had the healthily curves of a young woman in all the right areas. As his eye stole a glance of her round bum in the air, he could only thing of all the women he had had before...but knowing that this one would be the one that would stick out from the package. Grinning to himself, he nodded as she introduced herself.<br/><br/>"Pleasure meetin' ya, Lidia, darlin'. Gotta admit, even from the midst of skimpy dressed barmaids, you still seem to bloom out from tha rest o' 'em. I think I can see that your 'business strategy' is quite effect-"<br/><br/>Before he could finish, the sound of the door when his very, very acute sense of hearing caught the sound of people approaching the inn. His face grew stricken as he took his hat and placed it back on, hiding his ears and face as he went back to pulling off the rough, tough, sullen cowboy act and started drinking his rum and smoking his cigar. He glanced at Lidia and saw that it was trouble...and then the voice.<br/><br/>He spat within his head, Goblins...they never know when to quit. As his disdain for the Goblin visitors grew, Jack could hear the beast within him again...that beast would do anything to get out.<br/><br/>He took a puff from his nearly done cigar and crushed the lit end into the ashtray as he blew out the black smoke while hearing what the Goblin had to say. He was just about ready to laugh at the Goblin for saying what Lidia<i>should</i>do, and that managing a bar wasn't made for a lady. Obviously, this Goblin didn't know Humans...or women.<br/><br/>He shook his head as he wondered how lonely the Goblin must of felt...the only thing close to a woman he could get would be a fat pig of a whore that would only bang him for an insanely amount of gold. He reached for his drink but only managed to touch it, making tilt a bit before he would pick it up...<br/><br/>The bang on the counter made the tilted glass spin out of his hand and landed on the counter, spilling its contents all over the counter top and even dripping onto the floor. A sharp<i>cling</i>was heard when glass hit wood. Jack didn't move, staring at where his cup should of been and his hand still in the air, looking as if it was reaching for it still. Then, after a moment, his eye moved to where the drink now was and then narrowed the eye.<br/><br/>Slowly, he clenched his raised hand into a fist as it slowly rested onto the counter while he moved in his chair to look at the Goblin. His eye and face was still hidden behind the brim of his hat as he stared at the puntable man for just a moment. Then, his voice could be heard...smooth, rough, and gritty...with no feeling behind it...and that would send a chill down any man's spine.<br/><br/>"My drink...You just spilled...My drink...Now, partner...I don't appreciate that...You commin' here to mouth-off someone 'bout how they run there business...and even more to a pretty young lady, here. This lady had taken it upon herself to pour this drink for me when I paid for it...and you just come here ta belittle and insult her...and spill my paid for drink...I never liked Goblins...but I'm startin' to very, very dislike you...And people I dislike, don' usually live long enough to get on other people's nerve..."<br/><br/>He then looked to Lidia and nodded his head. He said his two-cents...But this was her fight. He wasn't going to get involved until she either gave him the right-away or say that she didn't care what he did to the Goblin. But oh, boy...how he wished he would give the little fella more than just his two-cents.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>