( generally, this is where he'd leave shit to junior because this isn't his circus, but, there's a special place in hell reserved for guys like this, and jason's more than willing to be his chauffeur down. larry starts to figure out what's going on and stands himself up, but it's too late for him.
because jason's reaching across the bar and grabbing hold of his shirt. leaning in real close with that same, smarmy grin on his face. he murmurs something soft, too quiet to be heard over the other barsounds, then--lugs him straight over the bar itself.
twists him around until jason can get his arm firmly behind his back, gripping onto his hair with the other to force him to walk himself forward two steps in front of jason. he stutters, starts throwing a fit, starts yelling, but all jason does is throw a wink over his shoulder and saunters his way on after him.
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because jason's reaching across the bar and grabbing hold of his shirt. leaning in real close with that same, smarmy grin on his face. he murmurs something soft, too quiet to be heard over the other barsounds, then--lugs him straight over the bar itself.
twists him around until jason can get his arm firmly behind his back, gripping onto his hair with the other to force him to walk himself forward two steps in front of jason. he stutters, starts throwing a fit, starts yelling, but all jason does is throw a wink over his shoulder and saunters his way on after him.