HUNTER
It was rare for the Huntsman to get interrupted during a fight; most people knew to stay well away from the firing line or they would get an unwanted strike from his fist, but Alice was different. The way she so casually interjected was enough to prove that, and although Hunter found it difficult to take his eyes off of the patron he was fighting, her presence forged a smirk on his lips. Though it was clear she was threatening his opponent, Hunter couldn’t help but take the opportunity to tease her playfully. “You gonna hit me, Wonderland?” He jeered as he took a step forwards, but rather towards her than the man at his mercy. He didn’t mind ending the fight much, it was too dull and one-sided for his tastes anyway. His relationship with Alice was playful, as were the words he spoke to her then since she was one of the only people in Fabletown that had somehow won his favour.
In a way, maybe Alice should be thanking both Hunter and the other guy that was stupid enough to think that he’d be able to take down the Huntsman himself ---- boredom was Alice’s greatest foe and the whole fight had been a way to both test her patience and keeping things interesting. Still holding the bottle in her hand, ready to throw it if the patron decided to go against common sense, Alice looked over at Hunter with a small smirk, trying to keep any stronger signs of her amusement away from her face. “I just might if you and someone else,” she clearly meant the other guy, “decide to ruin my night off.” And with that, she quickly changed her mind about the bottle and put it down on the counter. Maybe the two guys would see it as a sign to stop. Of course, her words were a complete lie. She would never hit Hunter, not seriously. Reason number one, she actually enjoyed being alive, reason number two, she had no excuse to give him more than the occasional punch to the arm for something he had said or done and reason number three, she actually liked Hunter.














