[b]Steer[/b]:

[i]{Fancy Pickings.}[/i]

He wasn’t falling for it one bit. Mind you he didn’t know the ins and outs of the man before him, but the fancy outlook, voice, and somewhat meek posturing did nothing for Steer. Heck, he wasn’t too far off the mark, being an inch or so shorter than the man before him and chubbier. He listened, brow quirked, blue eyes shutting, head tilting down. That was a nifty offer, truth be told but…

“You’re almost right, pretty close, I prefer my fatty foods and beer though. Whoever wins buy next round, mister?”

Maybe, maybe not. A few more motions were taken by Steer, loosening up a bit for the hey of it. Not always needed, but something he did none the less. He stopped, eyed Kentucky again and nodded, straightening up.

“I’ll do my best in either regards, you got a name stranger?”

Steer spoke, but while he spoke he zoomed in on Kentucky. Obvious theories of light ploys to lure him in were prevalent in Steers mind, but simplicity was usually the finest way to start. If he got close enough, make no mistake, he wasn’t expecting to, Kentucky seemed to have a bit of a reach on him, or so he assumed given the slight taller stature but if he was? If his strangely nonchalant even paced footwork, which didn’t show any hint of real organization or ‘stance’, was left without harassment Steer would set his right foot into the ground when he took a step, when he was close enough, and while he was lifting his left foot he’d lash it out. The bottom was intended to roughly, quickly, smash right into the area connecting Kentuckies front foot to his ankle. A Relatively safe ploy, light deception tried, probably failed, and safe if he missed. Might be long, might be quick night, but Steer was intent on getting his fun from it, fingers wiggling slightly in anticipation.