A voice, maybe his own, he wasn’t sure, chimed in the back of Frank’s mind.
[color=#e82a1f]Everything South of home is brimming with Uncultured swine.[/color]
Frank sighed, the downward draw of the bow stilled and eventually dropped to his side. Back straightening, his eyes would scan the room for the heckler and upon finding him, grinned thinly before striding up towards the bar. The violin in his hands shifted position, cradled as one would a lute. Frank plucked the strings in a jaunty jig, [color=#ff857a]“a pint and I can unwind the tightest spring, friend.” [/color]
Drawing up alongside, he would lean his back against the bar, one foot pressing into the wood to aid in supporting himself. In his pinkie the bow dangled, the rest of his fingers pressing light touches along the string and neck. Frank observed the man with a grin, [color=#ff857a]“I’m afraid I draw the line at bedding privilege's, however, you… remind me too much of myself and I’m afraid, literally fucking myself, is not how I wish to spend my evening.”[/color]
[color=#e82a1f]Everything South of home is brimming with Uncultured swine.[/color]
Frank sighed, the downward draw of the bow stilled and eventually dropped to his side. Back straightening, his eyes would scan the room for the heckler and upon finding him, grinned thinly before striding up towards the bar. The violin in his hands shifted position, cradled as one would a lute. Frank plucked the strings in a jaunty jig, [color=#ff857a]“a pint and I can unwind the tightest spring, friend.” [/color]
Drawing up alongside, he would lean his back against the bar, one foot pressing into the wood to aid in supporting himself. In his pinkie the bow dangled, the rest of his fingers pressing light touches along the string and neck. Frank observed the man with a grin, [color=#ff857a]“I’m afraid I draw the line at bedding privilege's, however, you… remind me too much of myself and I’m afraid, literally fucking myself, is not how I wish to spend my evening.”[/color]
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