[ For a long moment, Wickman seems to consider his options, and Peter sweats silently behind Madigan, rigid and ready to bolt. Behind Wickman and Rivera, McKenna and Devlin slowly get to their feet, brushing themselves off and rolling out their shoulders, cracking their knuckles and stretching their necks.
Peter knows they're just posturing to intimidate him, knows that while he's under this roof they can't actually hurt him, but considering this is the closest he's been to anyone from the old team in a while, it... kind of works. He could've dealt with one of the underlings, like Horuz or Grim, but these guys had clout and fell just below York on the hierarchy. And now that they know he's here, it's— well, it's not good. At all.
He finds his voice, though only enough to murmur, ] Madigan, I—
[ And then Wickman cuts in, smiling a toothy grin of mostly golden teeth that fails to reach his eyes. ] Well, we'd hate to cause a scene in a respectable place like this. [ That same venom in his voice, and as he speaks, his eyes never leave Peter's. ] Things got heated there, I admit. Won't happen again, ma'am.
[ Rivera opens his mouth to protest, if the frown on his face is anything to go by, but Wickman interrupts him with a gesture. Rivera visibly hesitates before he grunts nodding sharply to the two men behind them and moving to the bar. He spits at Peter's feet as they pass. ]
Was nice seein' you, boy. [ Wickman starts to move forward, reaching out as if to give Peter a friendly clap on the shoulder, but when Madigan doesn't budge, he slowly falls back, hands up as though in surrender. ] Whenever you decide to stop hidin' behind this nice lady, here, how 'bout you come see us? In the meantime, we'll make sure'n' let everyone know we saw you. They'll get a real kick out of that.
[ This time, when he steps forward, it's to move past the pair of them to join his fellows at the bar. He pauses, though, and addresses Madigan directly in a low voice. ] Keep an eye on that one. I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw 'im.
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Peter knows they're just posturing to intimidate him, knows that while he's under this roof they can't actually hurt him, but considering this is the closest he's been to anyone from the old team in a while, it... kind of works. He could've dealt with one of the underlings, like Horuz or Grim, but these guys had clout and fell just below York on the hierarchy. And now that they know he's here, it's— well, it's not good. At all.
He finds his voice, though only enough to murmur, ] Madigan, I—
[ And then Wickman cuts in, smiling a toothy grin of mostly golden teeth that fails to reach his eyes. ] Well, we'd hate to cause a scene in a respectable place like this. [ That same venom in his voice, and as he speaks, his eyes never leave Peter's. ] Things got heated there, I admit. Won't happen again, ma'am.
[ Rivera opens his mouth to protest, if the frown on his face is anything to go by, but Wickman interrupts him with a gesture. Rivera visibly hesitates before he grunts nodding sharply to the two men behind them and moving to the bar. He spits at Peter's feet as they pass. ]
Was nice seein' you, boy. [ Wickman starts to move forward, reaching out as if to give Peter a friendly clap on the shoulder, but when Madigan doesn't budge, he slowly falls back, hands up as though in surrender. ] Whenever you decide to stop hidin' behind this nice lady, here, how 'bout you come see us? In the meantime, we'll make sure'n' let everyone know we saw you. They'll get a real kick out of that.
[ This time, when he steps forward, it's to move past the pair of them to join his fellows at the bar. He pauses, though, and addresses Madigan directly in a low voice. ] Keep an eye on that one. I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw 'im.