<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/ScGSnC0.jpg)</div>"Ale. Cold. NOW!" the bear-like man who lived up to his monikor roared at the frightened bartender as he made his way towards the bar and taking the time only to slap one of the serving wenches on her backside as she passed him and giving her a leering smile as she hurried off. He barely gave her a thought though as he pushed his way towards where he could get at the cool drink that might take off the edge of Summer's heat.<br/><br/>The stares and looks that accompanied him were like accolades to his might. People were scared of him, yes, and for good reason. He had his family name, sure, but here where brawl fights broke out without proper weapons or armor, he was king. There were few men who could outwrestle him, and when he had smashed their faces and broken their teeth on bartops, he felt as though he were King Robert himself, and not just some minor noble. The look on his face seemed to say the same... until he noticed one person who didn't give him the attention he deserved from his name or reputation.<br/><br/>The man was almost as big as himself, and sipping own mug of ale, surreptitiously ignoring the nobleman. Lips bared from teeth in a cruel grin, Clegane brushed past the man as he made his way to an open spot... and just before getting by, tipped a hand to push the contents of the cup up and upturning them on the man's face. It could easily have been a misstep, especially accompanied by Clegane's words, "Sorry, sorry," with a chuckle, but the grin on his face and the gleam in his eye belied any chance of this being a possibility.