The lizard-man stumbled back, clutching his snout after Xavier's fist cracked against it. His scales shimmered under the neon lights, bleeding faintly from where the knuckles hit. The music dipped for a second, people around gasped, and then two more of his kind pushed through the crowd—thicker, meaner, their eyes narrow slits glowing yellow.
One of them jabbed a clawed finger at Xavier's chest.
"Why the hell did you punch him? He just bumped into you. He's drunk, can't you see?"
Xavier tilted his head, smirk tugging at his lips. He swirled what was left in his glass, like none of this was worth a damn, then downed it in one go before setting it back on the bar with a sharp clink.
"I'm drunk too," Xavier said, voice calm, almost casual. He pointed a thumb at the lizard-man still groaning on the floor. "My fist must've just bumped into his face. Accidents happen. It's all good now. You boys should let it go and get back to doing… whatever the fuck you were doing."
