It’s been YEARS at least, since he’s set foot into a bar when it wasn’t WORK related-- today’s a special occasion, that being “Mandatory vacation time because you work too much and the psychologists are worried about you. Take the week off before we court mandate it and it won’t be paid vacation days.”
Commotion. Someone at the other end of the bar raises their voice and draws the Captain’s attention-- it’s so cliche it’s almost like a scene from a movie. One party appears to be doing their best at the moment to ignore the advances of some creep, and said creep isn’t really taking the hint.
Valiant’s too fair of heart to sit back and watch.
“ Hey. ‘m pretty sure I just heard him ask you to leave. “ ( And when the offensive man turns upon him to argue, Valiant stands well over a foot taller, and flashes his police badge with a grin. It’s almost satisfying to watch him scurry away. ) “ Sorry, I saw you having some trouble across the bar. Hope you don’t mind. “ && the lilt of an Irish Brogue hangs off the words, not terribly noticeable but prominent enough to be recognized by a listening ear.
( Ah, and of course the stranger is pretty. Ridiculously so, but Valiant isn’t about to hit on the poor man after practically beating another off of him. Attractive face does remind Valiant how long his beds been EMPTY but that’s neither a problem for here or there. )
