Jake had been about to comment when one of the accuser's friends threw a bottle at the accused. The man ducked in time only for the bottle to fly over and smack into Goliath's face, knocking his head back. There was a deafening quiet from the other patrons. Goliath slowly tilted his face forward. While it was covered with spilled beer and a couple glass shards, but save for a few minor cuts, he was unharmed. He exhaled a deep breath through his nose that sounded almost like the snort of a bull. He reached into his pocket, producing his wallet. Calmly he took out a pair of hundred dollar bills and handed them to the bartender.
"For what I'm about to do," he said simply before standing up, grabbing his stool with one hand and flinging it at the guy who had thrown the beer bottle.
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Date: 2013-08-25 02:48 am (UTC)"For what I'm about to do," he said simply before standing up, grabbing his stool with one hand and flinging it at the guy who had thrown the beer bottle.