[Past] Ninety-Nine Bottles of....One Bottle of Bad Whiskey

For a moment he held is breath watching the elf cross the bar to invade his little kingdom. Bold. Eyeing him as he listened  and contemplative in that. He was in the mood for a game but whoever this little elf was as a interesting gambit or could be. Slowly he exhaled through his nose, smoking pouring like some ill tempered dragon as he grinned. But not you? Walking with a swagger and complete disregard. Stupidity or confidence? Which is it little elf?