it feels as if mere moments have elapsed with the duo conversing in the bar when iris is approached for the first time. an incident that does not stand alone, with many similar altercations standing as predecessors & august suspects a great MANY more will follow, for as long as iris looks the way she does. ‘ mate, we’re trying to have a drink here, ’ he grunts at the first stranger to interrupt their evening. already his patience is worn thin. making eye contact with the individual that is seemingly ignorant of the crystal clear hints –– or rather, demands –– august is laying at his feet, his frown cannot p o s s i b l y be mistaken for anything but what it is. a non-verbal THREAT. he would hardly start a fist fight with iris in the room, but his desire to do so grows for every second the stranger remains. there’s no satisfaction once he walks off, & august picks at an old sticker on their table. ‘ you seriously just need to learn to tell those assholes to fuck off. ’