The door to the bar burst open as Scar stormed through the doorway without breaking his stride. His eyes darted around the room, rapidly scanning the faces within, before narrowing when they landed on a familiar one.
"About fucking time..."
He muttered to himself, storming over to the familiar drunkard as he was lifting the drink to his lips. But the sweet nectar never got a change to touch his tongue, as Scar slapped the beer glass from his hands and sent it shooting across the room like a cannon ball.
A chorus of gasps sounded as it pelted through the wall and all eyes turned to the pair, as Scar grabbed the man by the scruff of his shift collar and dragged him from his seat.
"Hey, I was drinking that you a- Oof! Geez, what's gotten you so worked up."
