It seemed Merle was in a good mood after the brawling, so that response from Jesus? Just had him laughing even more after, amused more than anything.
"Well would'ja look at the brass set on this guy!" Killing the last of his own drink before he thumped the glass back onto the bar, jerking a thumb towards the door as more of the bikers were filtering out. "C'mon bro, we're heading back to the club."
"M'good." Daryl grumbled, fingers curling around his half-empty bottle of beer, scowl deepening. "Gonna finish my drink."
"Suit yerself." Merle shrugged, dropping a couple bills by his empty glass in a light flick before sauntering towards the door. "You know where I'll be."
And the unspoken 'find your own damn ride' that accompanied the comments as the door slammed behind the man as he left. They'd been picking up supplies which meant they'd been in the pickup, which meant that Daryl got the lovely option of walking later. Not that it bothered him much now, one brow lifting slightly at the apology. Offering a small, uncaring shrug.
"Shit happens in a fight, ain't anyone's fault but the fucker throwin' the punch." But there was a small nod at the offer of a beer, Daryl could understand feeling bad a situation went to shit.
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"Well would'ja look at the brass set on this guy!" Killing the last of his own drink before he thumped the glass back onto the bar, jerking a thumb towards the door as more of the bikers were filtering out. "C'mon bro, we're heading back to the club."
"M'good." Daryl grumbled, fingers curling around his half-empty bottle of beer, scowl deepening. "Gonna finish my drink."
"Suit yerself." Merle shrugged, dropping a couple bills by his empty glass in a light flick before sauntering towards the door. "You know where I'll be."
And the unspoken 'find your own damn ride' that accompanied the comments as the door slammed behind the man as he left. They'd been picking up supplies which meant they'd been in the pickup, which meant that Daryl got the lovely option of walking later. Not that it bothered him much now, one brow lifting slightly at the apology. Offering a small, uncaring shrug.
"Shit happens in a fight, ain't anyone's fault but the fucker throwin' the punch." But there was a small nod at the offer of a beer, Daryl could understand feeling bad a situation went to shit.