[ Moran hadn't been aware that it was Wichita's night to tend to the bar. In fact, he's hardly though about Wichita or her shoulder at all since shooting her. He'd sent her a message on his way out of the brig, just to let her know that he hasn't forgotten and he'd be more than willing to make her other shoulder match if she annoys him again, but hardly an inkling beyond that. His mind has, however, flitted every now and again to her friends. She has several who are, without a doubt, incredibly angry with him, but he isn't so worried by them that he keeps on his toes the way he does around Moriarty.
Which is obviously a mistake. Before he's even reached the door of the obnoxiously loud bar, he's been knocked off his feet. He doesn't recognize Brendan, but based on his age, he's clearly one of those friends. Moran is a strong man, but Brendan is quick and he's already given Sebastian a few more than sufficient punches to the face before he can push him off. On top of Moriarty's slap, that is most certainly going to bruise. When he clambers to his feet, he's angry and snarling. ]
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Which is obviously a mistake. Before he's even reached the door of the obnoxiously loud bar, he's been knocked off his feet. He doesn't recognize Brendan, but based on his age, he's clearly one of those friends. Moran is a strong man, but Brendan is quick and he's already given Sebastian a few more than sufficient punches to the face before he can push him off. On top of Moriarty's slap, that is most certainly going to bruise. When he clambers to his feet, he's angry and snarling. ]
Claws to yourself, eh? She had it coming to her.