[ The man's gaze shifts from Angel to Steve, shooting him an incredulous look that reads really? before straightening the same way, posturing with the threat of menace - whatever might've occurred after that is swiftly interrupted by an interloper, a friend of the first guy it seems, when he dumps half a pint over Steve's head. Cool off, gents, he says with a sly grin, and simultaneously shoulder checks his buddy into uproarious laughter as they start to stumble back into the crowd.
Steve's eyes immediately start to sting from the alcohol. He rubs at them, which succeeds in making it worse. ]
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Steve's eyes immediately start to sting from the alcohol. He rubs at them, which succeeds in making it worse. ]