And she saw him, but it looked liked he scared her. Of course he did. His face scrunched as she threw the drink in her hands on the guy in front of her.<br/><br/>He had come up to save her from three lessers, she hadn't known what they were of course, and he had killed them. Now, he was at a bar she worked at and if he were her, he be scared shitless, too.<br/><br/>When the guy yelled at her, calling her a bitch, he growled, moving to get up, but she made him a new drink, handling it well.<br/><br/>So, not to scare her anymore than she already was, he stayed in his seat and sipped on his drink. He watched her as she helped the others and then he heard her tell the other bartender she was going on break.<br/><br/>He felt utterly guilty, for scaring her and he was about to get up and leave, leave her alone, but then the guy she had threw the drink on stood. He said something snarky to his friend about finding the hot redheaded bartender and having his way with her, after all, she deserved it for flinging the drink at him.<br/><br/>Mother fucker. He got up and followed the guy and sure enough, he went down the staff hall and out the exit. Ravage beat feet after him.<br/><br/>"Hey red," the guy said, coming up beside her outside, "You can pay me back for throwing that drink on me now." He made a move to grab her, but before he could even lay a finger on her, Ravage was grabbing him by the back of the neck and pushing him into the wall, smashing his face against the bricks.<br/><br/>"Last time I checked, asshole, you didn't work here. So, there is no fucking reason for you to be going out the staff exit. So, can I let your dumbass go, or should I kick your ass? Oh, please fuck up because I really want to kick your ass," he all but growled in the man's ear.<br/><br/>