He’s having a generally good time at this back alley bar. It wasn’t often he was let off his leash to go out and explore the planets and the places in between, so when he had the opportunity, he took it. Sometimes this resulted in a little...too much enjoyment.
Nostrils flare as he feels someone drunkenly stagger into his back. Some canine idiot who wasn’t watching where he was doing. He shrugs them off with an elbow, sipping his drink, but they slap it out of his hand and bump chests with him. He turns around to face this stupid bastard, nose ring glinting as he snarls. Words are exchanged, and a punch is thrown, but Rhys eats it like a champion. Partially fueled by alcohol, and also a desire to just fucking hit something, he slams his fist into this idiot’s stomach, lifting him off the ground, before giving a mighty yell and lifting him over his head and slamming him into the ground on the other side of him. He dusts off his hands as people cheer. Bar fights were fun.
Staggering back to the bar, he taps the counter to signal for a drink, standing next to some female canine and grumbling to himself.
@lupus-rubidus
