Cuz if you don't care, we don't care

[Sebastian]

Roman Mordvinov

Baldy was lookin' at him, bushy black eyebrows turned down, hulking his shoulders like he was trying to alpha him. Roman's smirk deepened to full on amusement and slow chuckle emerged from his chest, his neck rocked lightly to the side as if this was one big joke. Course it was. The music was still loud and the guy prolly couldn't hear it but it didn't matter. His booze soaked mind would fill in the rest. Kolo was like a bull seein red or whatever. His nostrils flared and time seemed to stretch out.

Course that may have been the booze and the chemicals in his own head, but it was all good. Was like he had time to study everything. Proya was up and doin his own thing to provoke these morons, keepin the girl who looked like a real bitch, now. Like they had both studied the play book ahead of time and were mirroring each other. All would play its part. Stupidity made mistakes. And these dicks were already pretty stupid.

Proya's guys amped up the situation with a bottle break and a move forward, but Roman had no time to notice what happened after that. Kolo shifted suddenly as if to rush him. Roman was a good sized guy, easily 205, and wasn't short. Which was a sciency way of saying that he had a bit of stay-to-it-tive-ness attached to the earth, if you know what I mean. As in he wasn't one to be knocked over super easy. Especially by a bull who was playin by his script. Quick turn had Kolo tripping forward, his momentum carrying him just in time for Roman help him along all friendly like into the side wall. Even with the loud music, he could feel the bones crunch.

He turned back quickly to make sure he wasn't taken from behind- no one did that to him, no siree- and saw the other Kolo across the room on the floor next to overturned tables, cradling his arm. Course it was at that moment that someone shut down the music, which royally sucked. Cuz the remaining Kolo was now standing facing the two of them. He stared at proya and the fear was plain. Roman raised an eyebrow and quirked a smile as he jutted his chin in salute.

Kolo the least decided he needed to leave. The other Kolo's were out and the bouncers were coming over, hands at their sides where their pieces were. They knew who he was. While these were just Kolo punks. They too were looking at proya strangely, though.

Now this was a puzzle. He turned to look at Holly, who had pushed herself back into the cushions of the chair and saw fear on her face. He knelt next to her. "Hey. What's wrong? You get hurt?"
His eyes searched her and didn't see anything. All he saw was the fear through those cute glasses.

The rush was leaving him. He looked at her, and then back at proya. It was like the whole club had stopped. Everything felt off now. He stood and asked quietly,"Hey man. What happened? Why's everyone so jumpy?"