Thread: The American Dream [Haru|Kitten]

Steve arrived at the bar in plenty of time to hear the lecherous drunk, and the woman behind the bar, he had to admit, was pretty. It was no excuse at all for the man's behavior and Cap was always a gentleman. The bared skin, covered in ink, and her dyed hair, weren't exactly the sort of look that Steve would go for, and he was sure the man was looking through a thick set of beer goggles. The exasperation of the woman behind the bar was pretty obvious, and Steve placed a hand on the man's shoulder. I think the lady said no, my friend. Here, why don't you let me call you a cab? he said, knowing there was no way he was going to let the man drive himself home in the shape he was in, and effectively deciding to cut the man off. He didn't work here, but the safety of innocents was always his duty, and this guy would be a menace on the road. What the... who d'ya think yer pawin' at? the guy said, standing. He was a bit shorter than Steve, but probably outweighed Cap's 220lb. frame by another 30-40 pounds. Most of it gut by the looks of it. Steve immediately backed off, hands held up, palms out. I don't want any trouble. You just seem like you need to go home and sleep it off. That's all. A nice warm bed will do you good. The man was having none of it, a smirkish sneer coming to his face. Nice warm bed... with yer wife , ya prick. Or this young filly here. She looks like she needs a good man. he finished, looking back at Olivia and winking. Language. Steve said and grabbed the phone from his inside jacket pocket. He was still getting used to some of the new tech, but most of it was rather intuitive and he was coming along well. Dialing up the number for the Yellow Cab Company, Steve was on the phone with their dispatch and was telling the address when the obstinate man slapped the phone from his hand, the device clattering to the floor, though luckily protected by the rather rugged Avengers case. C'mon pretty boy. The only way yer gettin' me outta this bar is if ya make me. And I don't think you have the balls ! the drunk said, and gave Steve's shoulder a little shove. It was about this time that Steve noticed the strange blue glow from behind the bar. It seemed to be coming from the tattooed young lady, and as his attention was on that, trying to determine if she was the one he was actually here for, that the man sucker-punched him. It was a solid punch for a man of his size, though it had lost some steam with the man's inebriation, and loss of coordination. Glancing off Steve's jaw, Cap just sighed. Some people never learned. Never a man to be provoked into violence without cause, the slap across the man's face from Steve knocked the spit out of his mouth and left the man in a position where Cap turned him around, grabbed him under one arm, the other hand on the man's belt as he lifted until the man was on tiptoes, delivering a bit of a wedgie, and he promptly marched the man out of Snakebite. Once outside Steve saw the cab was already pulling up and with the help of the driver he got the man in the backseat. Hey! Aren't you...? the cabbie started to ask. Long story. Cap said, and grabbed the man's wallet, looking at the address. Get this guy home will you? Steve asked, and the cabbie nodded. Pulling out his own wallet Steve grabbed a couple bills and handed them to the driver. Drive safe. he told the man, and then walked back inside. Making his way back to the bar Steve smiled and walked back up to the bar, more eyes on him this time. You know, he said to the woman behind the bar, a man named Tony Stark sent me down here to talk to a young lady that is a bartender. You're the only one I see here and I have to assume it's you. He gave her his best smile and extended a hand, The name's Steve Rogers. he told her, his bright blue eyes never leaving her face.