[Christ, this is pathetic. It doesn't really make him disdainful or anything, because Rumlow doesn't really know this guy. He could have a real reason to be this upset -- given he claims he doesn't have anyone, that seems pretty typical. But Hell, if he's saying shit like he doesn't belong, maybe he's onto something.
Rumlow sure as Hell is certain he doesn't.
He tucks his arm around the guy's waist and leads him towards a table. Sits him down and goes to quickly fetch a glass of water from the bar. He comes back in short order, settling it down in front of him. He sits down next to him, half to physically keep him propped up, half to make a barrier between the guy and the deputy. Rumlow's arm even goes around his shoulder.]
Nah, don't believe that for a second. Good looking guy like you.
[Yeah, he's buttering him up, but Hell it might put him in a better mood. That's the real aim anyway. And well. It's not a lie, either.]
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Rumlow sure as Hell is certain he doesn't.
He tucks his arm around the guy's waist and leads him towards a table. Sits him down and goes to quickly fetch a glass of water from the bar. He comes back in short order, settling it down in front of him. He sits down next to him, half to physically keep him propped up, half to make a barrier between the guy and the deputy. Rumlow's arm even goes around his shoulder.]
Nah, don't believe that for a second. Good looking guy like you.
[Yeah, he's buttering him up, but Hell it might put him in a better mood. That's the real aim anyway. And well. It's not a lie, either.]