( If any of them had the tiniest bit of common sense or even a modicum of self-preservation, they'd have noticed the out for what it was and taken it. It's the kind of window you only offer once; as far as he's concerned, anything that goes down from this point on is on their own heads. They brought it on themselves.
To start with, it manifests in the form of taking two cool, collected steps forward and snatching up the hand that had the audacity to shove her back against her car. In one efficient, economical move, Frank's got the guy's fingers bent back, his wrist sticking out at an angle that looks uncomfortable and feels a lot more than that. It takes almost no pressure to steer the guy two or three paces back with this hold; even a drunk man can register the suggestion that they might wind up with their fingers snapped if he applies an ounce or two more.
From the guy's mouth comes a waterfall of thoroughly unimpressive sounds, to the tune of "Ah- ah- ah- ah- hold on- hold on- ahhh-" )
Nah, I'm good.
( He kindly answers Nashua, wholesale ignoring the pleading sounds of pain from the guy in his grip. )
You should get in the car- ( He starts, only to cut himself off when Drunk #2 makes to step forward, finally earning Drunk #1 a little acknowledgement: ) Tell him to back off, or I'll break it.
( For the record, the fact that he hasn't already is an indicator that he's keeping things calm. Just. You know. His definition of calm is a little different than most. )
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To start with, it manifests in the form of taking two cool, collected steps forward and snatching up the hand that had the audacity to shove her back against her car. In one efficient, economical move, Frank's got the guy's fingers bent back, his wrist sticking out at an angle that looks uncomfortable and feels a lot more than that. It takes almost no pressure to steer the guy two or three paces back with this hold; even a drunk man can register the suggestion that they might wind up with their fingers snapped if he applies an ounce or two more.
From the guy's mouth comes a waterfall of thoroughly unimpressive sounds, to the tune of "Ah- ah- ah- ah- hold on- hold on- ahhh-" )
Nah, I'm good.
( He kindly answers Nashua, wholesale ignoring the pleading sounds of pain from the guy in his grip. )
You should get in the car- ( He starts, only to cut himself off when Drunk #2 makes to step forward, finally earning Drunk #1 a little acknowledgement: ) Tell him to back off, or I'll break it.
( For the record, the fact that he hasn't already is an indicator that he's keeping things calm. Just. You know. His definition of calm is a little different than most. )