If it keeps one of those morons from sitting next to me, help yourself. Next time one of ‘em comes over here, they better have that apology written out on some real nice card stock in their best handwriting. You can take my mail for me even.

[ juno grabs a couple of bar napkins and dabs at the wounds on his hand slowly, brushing off some of the glass here and there, pressing at some points and half looking away from his palm as he works while the man finds a seat next to him. he reminds himself in a place like this he’s probably better off trying not to glass too many assholes. ]

So what’s your deal, you from around here or did the Natha pick you up on their weird world-hopping tour too?