@lcnelyday [cont. from here]
darius held a hand up, watching carlie hesitate on the spot, seconds from grabbing a gun from below the bar. "i've got this one, carl. go get dave up off the floor, he's blocking the jukebox." darius nodded towards the back of the bar. winnie watched, apprehensive as she cleaned glasses, prepared to jump into action at the first signal. darius never planned on calling for help though. he poured himself a drink first, a strong dark draft before he cast a look at the stranger, "what's you poison?" he asked, nodding towards the other man.
From the corner of his eye Rafa watched the people around him, before his gaze settled on Darius again, whom he approached slowly but with a firm tread. In may have wandered into the lion's den, but he was no prey. An idiot, maybe. Courageous to the point of cockiness. But if he got into trouble, he would get into trouble for the right things. "Scotch, neat," Rafael replied without hesitation. He didn't expect such hospitality but who was he to turn down a drink? "Thank you. I do believe it is in order that I introduce myself: Rafael da Silva."