Mougin was wondering the same thing. They had some history, of course, the man being Mr. Silum's bodyguard, but that was one whole week ago. Surely that was enough time for whatever ill feelings to pass? Apparently not, as the man in question asked him a rather hostile question.
"And just what is a furry gobshite like you doing here?" The man said gruffly.
It took Mougin a few moments to realise he was talking to him. The bearded man's full face of fur was significantly more furry than most his kind. But the bodyguard was only looking at him.
[b][color=007236]"I'm drinking."[/color][/b] Mougin replied, borrowing the terminology of his companions.
"With a full pint?"

The minotaur looked down and acknowledged the fact that he hadn't drunken any of the foamy beverage before him. He had been waiting for the suds to settle, and it wasn't doing so very quickly. Mougin quietly lapped at the drink, dipping his large tongue into the straw-coloured liquid. It was bitter, and not much else. It wasn't that far off of water, and he would've just preferred to drink fresh water. But someone had purchased it for him, so he was obliged to drink it. He continued lapping up the beverage as the bodyguard went through his rant.

"You have some real balls to stick around in this city after the stunt you pulled." The man snarled. "You think think Charles can cover your ass forever?"
His vitriol clashed against Mougin's blank stare, both parties too stubborn to relent. Although in Mougin's case, he was mostly contemplating the unending bitterness of his drink.
"Fuck it, I'll give you a chance." The man said, breaking the staredown.

He paced over to the axe throwing range and snatched an axe from another man, throwing it down the length of the hall to smack cleanly into the target.
"Come up to the competition, beasty boy! Prove that you're a man and not a loser!" He yelled at him.
Mougin continued lapping at his drink. It was a strange way of saying it, considering he was a minotaur, but he could understand a challenge when he heard one.
[b][color=007236]"Ok."[/color][/b] He rumbled.
He slowly tipping the rest of the drink into his mouth before turning to Rozzlo, who would apparently be his axe throwing companion.
[color=007236][b]"Come, let us throw axes."[/b][/color] He said to him.
Not that Mougin knew much about throwing axes.