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Sure but just don’t try anything... *he griped his pistol as he hesitantly handed him the knife*

Lief would inhale sharply, his gaze shifting to the pistol. He thought over the situation. Though the bullet would cause overall misery, he wouldn’t be overwhelmed with death. He chuckled, gripping the hilt of the knife. "Listen.. We’re all good spirits, remember?" The thief would nod, ducking through the crowd as he ran. He reached the other side of the bar, tossing the weapon outside of the window. The glass shattered as he frantically threw it, but he stumbled back with only a slight wound under his chin. He turned on his heels, holding his hands in the air and wishing for a chance to explain.

*hans ran up to him and held his pistol to his chest* you cut yourself didn’t ya??.. *he pointed out the wound on his chin* heh... your as good as a dead man now... and because I feel like being merciful... *he pulled away his gun and holstered it* I’m gonna let the magic do it’s work... *his eyes shifted from their usual deep blue color to a glowing crimson red as he ran outside and grabbed the knife out of a bush*

He’d swallow, cursing underneath his breath. Damn. He apparently hadn’t thrown it far enough. Turning around, he exhaled before coming face-to-face with his own ‘Wanted Dead Or Alive’ posters. He huffed, tearing it down with furrowed brows. He’d past a group of men, slipping in between them and swiping one of their toxic drinks. He’d lift it to his lips, shutting his eyes.

*hans tucked the knife into the inner pocket on the blouse of his uniform as he walked back in and searched for lief* where is he... *he would say under his breath the light hit his cap just right so that it shades to about the top of his nose causing his glowing crimson red eyes to stick out like a sore thumb as he looked through the crowd*

He'd toss the bottle onto the table after he finished it, crumbling the poster into a wad. Tucking it into his pocket, he ran his hand over the wound on his chin, narrowing his eyes slightly as he used the shattered glass to see his reflection.

*hans taps on the shoulder of lief and to ensure he doesn’t try anything he puts the muzzle of his gun to his spine to completely immobilize him should he try anything* care to explain yourself komoraden?? *he said this in a passive aggressive tone clearly wanting revenge but also curious as to why he did what he did*

The thief would stiffen, his expression shadowing. He lowered his hands slowly, tucking them into his pockets. "Explain? Must I, Hans?" Lief turned his head to peer over his shoulder, glaring at the man as he held the pistol close to his back. He would inhale. The weapon didn't frighten him, nor would it ever, though he didn't wish to deal with the insane amounts of pain. The thief would simply shrug, smiling crookedly at the soldier. "The language seemed familiar, y'know? Didn't want any harm with it."
Lief would raise his hand, ruffling Hans's hair as if he were a younger sibling, laughing as he ignored the gun. "No worries, Sir. I won't do it again. Just make sure you don't go around stabbing the innocent."

*hans holsters his weapon* next time perhaps I should shoot you... ((btw he’s wearing his dress cap rn so imma ignore the hair part lol)) but just do not try anything like that again Ja? Perhaps a more stiff beverage is needed hmm? *he reached into his dress blouse pocket and pulled out a bottle of some mix between jäger, vodka, and beer* what do ya think?? Can you handle a shot?

Lief smirked, tilting his head slightly to his left. "I'm not attempting to be under the influence," He stated, leaning back on his heels. "Though, I do wish to try this beverage of yours." Lief would guess Hans wasn't so understandable with what a mild bullet could do- or, couldn't do, in this case- to a Hellion, but he didn't speak of it. Maybe that information was to be kept to himself.
Though, Lief was only half Hellion, meaning he had the horns and short, demon-like tail of a Hellion, but he didn't own the structure. He was still half mortal, so he didn't want to test what a bullet would feel like piercing through his body.
Despite hiding his thoughts behind his smirk, the cut on his chin was bothering him, the weak misery slowly running through his thoughts. He'd drag his sleeve across the wound, hoping the agony would vanish. He had already owned a scar over his left blind eye, and he didn't need another below his lower lip. He tapped his foot ever-so-slightly, attempting to distract himself.

Well this drink is a home grown specialty made by me... it has quite the kick *he pours a shot glass full of it and hands it to lief the smell is so pungent that it’s clear this drink is a strong one* go on then try it... *he leans back against the table*

Lief would adjust the glass in his grip, shifting his gaze to Hans before the drink once again. He smiles, mischief glinting in his one emerald eye. He raised it to his lips, swallowing the beverage. It stung in the back of his throat, and he winced at the sour taste. "Pfft- Disgustin’. What is this?" He would speak slowly with a small smile in attempt to not slur his words, setting the empty glass onto the table. He barely kept his focus, relaxing his stiff stance as he raised an eyebrow.

Ha it’s only a mix of some of the strongest alcohol I know! It has jäger, beer, and vodka in it *hans poured himself a shot and gulped it down and seemingly was used to the taste and sting because he smiled as he finished it and put the glass down on the table*

Lief rolled his eyes with a grin, pulling his hair into a loose ponytail. He folded his arms, seeming to lose his 'tough-guy' act for a moment. The thief would smile, laughing beneath his breath. "How often do ya drink that crap, eh?" He would kick his heel against the floor, leaning backwards as he casually looked over the feast. He wouldn't admit it, though he understood if he had a few more of toxic drinks like that, he would barely be able to keep his posture.

Well whenever I’m at parties.. so quite often.. *he gulped down another shot*

Lief nodded, looking over his shoulder before returning his attention to Hans again. "Didn’t take you as someone who went to parties often." The Hellion chuckled, a hint of mocking in his tone. Though, he meant it as a joking statement. He would inhale, his soft smile everlasting as he sat, propping his elbow on the counter.
He crossed his legs, undoing his messy ponytail. He ran his fingers through his ruffled hair for the thousandth time, the light reflecting on his face. Clearly visible, a diamond-shaped scar was carved over his left eye, which was tightly shut. His right was a glaucous green, a silver line around the rim. He was oddly pale, despite him having the habit of sitting outside in his freetime. His lips were thin as they creased into a grin, complementing his square jawline. He owned fangs, though there were barely noticeable until he fully smiled, as he was now. The two, emerald horns were placed above his ears, tucking his flowy, long hair to the side. Freckles were plastered underneath his nose and eyes, hidden beneath his pale skin tone. His large ears were pointed, almost like an elf's, though they took the shape of a werewolf's ear, only without the fur. 'Larger elf ears' as he would call them, usually as a light joke or as he explained that he wasn't a part of the elf mage.
His gaze would drift down the table, searching for another glass. As Lief lowered his guard, he would remain calm and easy-going, not exactly as drunken as some would act.

You have a very strange appearance friend... *he took another shot And then stared off into space as he whispered some kind of demonic chant under his breath*