Larch set his jaw and clenched his fists until knuckles popped. He tolerated the random pats on the back, fist bumps and other idiotic pleased-crowd behavior when he was working a show, it was part of the job. But this? No. He didn’t like unanticipated touch, he certainly didn’t like being pawed at while he was trying to make his exit. He had things to do.
He turned around and finding the assailant to be taller than himself, tipped his head back. The posture might have made some people think Larch felt inferior or threatened, but the dark, cold hatred in his eyes as he glared at the other man said something else entirely. He didn’t say anything, just continued to stare before knocking Tadhg’s hand from his shoulder abruptly.
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Date: 2008-08-30 09:31 am (UTC)He turned around and finding the assailant to be taller than himself, tipped his head back. The posture might have made some people think Larch felt inferior or threatened, but the dark, cold hatred in his eyes as he glared at the other man said something else entirely. He didn’t say anything, just continued to stare before knocking Tadhg’s hand from his shoulder abruptly.
Drunk asshole.