Deal

"Hawkeye?"

Captain Martin Deal didn't react beyond grabbing another tankard and downing it with a smarmy grin. The name was repeated with no change in reaction. If anyone noticed the now bristling Tundra, none commented.

"Stop ignoring me, you pretentious posturing peacock!" The chatter and laughter slowly ground to a halt as the patrons turned to face the shouting dragon. The bar stared at the Tundra, who only glared at the relaxing Skydancer. Deal turned to look over at him, tankard covering his snout as he slurped obnoxiously in the silence. "How dare you act so nonchalant about all of your lies! You're so full of deceit, vanity, and carelessness that you make me physically ill. It's time for you to pay for all your crimes; you and yours are all under arrest!"

At that, Deal set down the tankard, a hollow thunk in the heavy silence after this exclamation. A single vermilion wing fluttered as the Skydancer sighed.

"My name is Martin Deal, not whatever the Militia has assigned me this week. Please update your accounts before coming to try and collect; it's getting reeeaally frustrating to repeat myself." The Ridgeback beside him snorted slightly, spines rattling as his shoulders shook. Deal's head turned to the chortling drake with an air of affront. "Benn, don't undermine me when I'm being cool."

Guffaws burst out all over the bar, Benn the Ridgeback wheezing with a few slaps onto the table. Deal's recoil of shock was undermined by his own grin and snickers. The Tundra growled lowly.

"Whatever you're called, you are still under arrest!"

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