Annoyed by the predicament, but also unable to act upon his anger, Clif openly threw the chair leg onto the table and sat down next to the dark man, ignoring him for a moment.
"Oi! Bartender! If I'mma deal with someone pointin' guns at mah goods, I'mma need another drink. Has a soberin' effect on ya."
The tender slid another of Clif's usual down the bar top, sloshing only a minute amount with his practiced skill. Clif snagged the sliding glass and downed it in its entirety before slamming it into the table and glaring at the dark man.
"This wha'cha wanted? Wanna see ol' Clif up close and personal? Well you got 'im" Clif fumed.
