As the green-haired child stumbled out of the bar, Jonathan glanced up at the swinging door, glad that the annoyance had left the building.  He spat over the side of the bar, nursing the tankard without the slightest indication of intoxication. The child's slurred words had grated against the axe-man's ears. He hated that the little blackheart had downed enough drink to get drunk. It wasn't fair.

Jonathan paused, mulling over his options on how best to loose his anger. The first one was to go beat the kid for crimes against the axe-man's buzz. That sounded good.

The hulking mass of muscle and unwashed anger hauled himself upright and tossed a few grubby coins on the bar. He downed the rest of the tankard, belched, and stomped out the door. Right into the midst of an attempted bounty in progress. The axeman's rugged features split into a wide grin that exposed all of his teeth. Fighting was one of the rare things that he unabashedly enjoyed. He was [i]good[/i] at it. 

Jonathan guffawed at the spectacle, the foam of his recent alcohol binge still hanging on his stubble. Both of the involved parties looked to have coin on them, and their corpses had no use for money. Whoever won, he'd be eating well for the next few nights.