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Wraith. With alcohol, a gun he's taken apart to diagram and check over, and a Fiend on the seat next to him.
Yup, that's all you get.

Botherable.

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[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Fortunately for Sheppard, he's still able to keep an eye on somebody while snockered. (A slightly wobbly eye, but it's better than nothing.)

"Y'know,I'm pretty sure the bar's no fighting rules also cover no eating, too."

His hand is starting to go towards his holstered gun. His aim isn't worth crap at the moment, but it's the threat that's more important.

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"The bar's rules didn't stop your Sam Carter from trying to drag me out of here at gunpoint, or you from making threats or so on, the last two times we met. You expect me to follow rules you don't?" Michael's close enough to grab. "As for 'eating', I'm not hungry.
I don't want you 'eaten'. Just gone."

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard's noticed how close Michael is, and is more tensed to try and dodge than grab his gun-unfortunately, either option has the drawback of Michael probably being faster than he is.

"Then let me gt up and I'll save this for later."

When he's a good deal more sober and has a lot more distance between himself and Michael.

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Oh, right. Save it for later, when Sheppard feels like it, or is ready to shoot Michael in the back.
Not bloody likely.
"You've already said you can't leave permanently." Voice cold, before a noise off to one side grabs his attention. His gaze flickers away, a quick glance thrown over his shoulder.

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard knows an opportunity when he sees one, and he's not afraid to take it. Rather than risk a full on fight-one he's almost guaranteed to lose-Sheppard decides that escape is a far preferably option. As soon as Michael looks away, he hurrying off with surprising speed, given the fact that he's pretty well snockered.