Following in his father’s footsteps had been easy, fighting had come as second nature to him and the bo staff felt at home in his hands. He’d just gotten back into town after being away pursuing some asshole who had tried to run off without paying a debt owed to him. Luckily the man hadn’t made it further than Jersey, but he’d been evasive enough that he’d spent a good two weeks away. Hunter collapsed onto his bar stool, elbows resting on the counter as he motioned for the bartender in hopes of catching his attention. Upon receiving a nod from the man he took the opportunity to survey his surroundings and devilish eyes landed on what seemed like a familiar face. He couldn’t place him, but he was curious enough that he threw back one of his shots and grabbed the other and made his way to the other side of the bar. “Do I know you from somewhere?” He asked body angled towards the older man.
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