Isaac stopped a couple of steps inside of the tavern, a habitual smirk on his face as scanned the taproom.  Evening business had just begun and place was filling up.  Tables were smattered with chattering patrons, a piano player was going at it in the corner, setting the ambience.  It was pretty nice.  Isaac leaned aside as another patron entered the establishment and passed him.  At first he didn't see Zara at the table in front of him, with all the distractions around, but then he remembered what she was wearing when they were together.  And so, his blue eyes were drawn back to the cute ass at one of the central tables in the room, and his gaze followed her body up to her brown hair.

[i]Bingo,[/i] he thought to himself, opening his mouth to speak.  "Z-"

When the man a the table smacked her on the ass, Isaac paused, his eyebrow shooting up.  [i]Fortune favours the bold, they say.[/i]  Isaac shifted his weight onto his back foot and folded his arms.  This could go one of three ways:  Either she could A) shrug it off, finish her cleaning duty and move along.  Most female tavern staff would probably take this option, in his experience.  Or she could B) Take the dirty sonova-bitch up on his offer.  Make them sweet caps.  No shame in that.

And then there was C).....

Isaac's eyebrows were once again raised as he watched Zara spin around and grab the man by the throat. The sound of chairs scraping as people reacted in shock, filled the room.  Even the piano player stopped his tune.  Isaac hadn't been in here 2 minutes and he was already having a blast.

"If you ever so much as touch another woman like that again... So help me sanity.. I will make sure you never, ever enjoy the feeling of a woman riding it again."

After she shoved him back in his chair, he gasped to catch his breath, then struggled to his feet.  "You crazy bitch, a man pays you compliment and you have the nerve to put your filthy paws on him!?" he was not happy, and drew his gun.

He didn't point the gun at Zara, but all the same; Isaac decided he'd played spectator for long enough and walked forward to intervene, drawing his gun and holding it beside his head as he moved between them.  "You might wanna put that pea-shooter away sir.  I promise you, you do not want this."  The man looked at the massive pistol of Isaac, who grinned.  "Yup.  Mine's bigger."

The loud click-clack of a shotgun loading got everyone's attention.

Isaac looked and it was the bar owner, behind the counter, pointing his shotgun their way.  "And mine's the [i]biggest[/i].  Now put your guns away before I fucking blow you all to hell."  Isaac and the red faced customer complied, the the barman looked at Zara.  "You.  In the back.  Now."

"Ummm, I'm with her," Isaac told him, then gave a helpless shrug.

The barman narrowed his eyes, thought for a second, then flicked his head pointedly at the backroom door.  Isaac grinned and followed Zara into the back.

"So, you found your way to Grasscroft," Isaac greeted her as they got into the back.  He leaned against the wall and folded his arms.  "New job too?  Damn girl, you don't laze around."