"Okay woah, that is a pretty strong accusation, I think you should maybe just calm down. No, don't throw that at me. Just put the bottle down, and step away."

With his shoulders slumped in a rather relaxed fashion and his tone reflecting this relaxing and calm disposition, Zachary held his hands up in defense as his thick eyebrows rose high, asking a question with his facial expression. It was a funny story how he had gotten to be in this situation, apparently the stout man behind the bar had thought Zachary was eyeing his wife, a rather old woman, as she wiped down a nearby table. At the moment, it was taking almost all of Zachary's will power to keep himself from laughing at the accusation. At the moment, the man was standing in front of him shaking a bottle of whiskey in his direction. The man came to Zachary's stomache and had his head tilted upwards to look at him.

Zachary lifted a hand and scratched his nose before continuing, "I can assure you that I was not looking at your wife. I'm sure she is a lovely woman, but she is not my type." He gave a shrug and shook his head, trying to hide the smile he felt coming to his face. The small man looked at him before making a low grunting noise, turning around and heading behind the bar with his wife at his side. Zachary stifled a laugh after the man was out of sight and shook his head. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans before turning on his heel and deciding that his thirst was not that important and it would be for the best if he just left.

Leaning his shoulder into the door of the pub, it opened and Zachary headed outside, feeling the noticeable change in the atmosphere and the air itself. He stopped in front of the door with his hands still in his pockets, his mind replaying what had just happened just a few seconds of go. Zachary's eyebrows rose once again and he sucked in his lower lip, shaking his head still no really believing the events that preceded. Storing the events in the back of his mind, figuring it would make a great dinner conversation sooner or later, Zachary became rather oblivious to the fact that he stood in front of the pub's door, blocking anyone from going in and coming out.

Rolling his eyes up so he had a strange angle of the sky, he let out a sigh before his attention was grabbed by a voice of a women had honestly hadn't even noticed. He pulled a hand out of his pocket and scratched his jaw line as he directed his attention down to the girl. A small smile escaped onto his lips as he gave a quick mental estimate of how tall she just might be. Cocking a thick eyebrow at her words and making a rather strange facial expression, Zachary realized that he must've looked pretty stupid; standing there shifting through expressions.

"Oh, well you know, I'm working on it; I've been practicing looking angry and being more of an asshole. I have the standing by a door part down so, yeah, I'm almost there." Zachary commented with a small shrug and his eyes widening a bit completely out of habit as he did so. Looking over his shoulder at the door, he turned back to the girl and gestured with his thumb over his shoulder raising his eyebrow as he did sarcastically. In a mocking fashion, Zachary crossed his arms over his chest for a few seconds before uncrossing them and sliding one hand back into his pocket as he scratched the back of his head with his other. In his honest opinion he would admit that this girl looked like she could kick his ass, but of course that didn't stop him from his old habits.

In response to her next question, Zachary shrugged and sighed, looking around as he did. "Well I kind of planned on standing here for the rest of the night but, if you really have a need to get by, then I suppose I could make an exception." Nodding at these words, he still made it an effort not to move away from the door. This all seemed to come to him very humorously and Zachary really couldn't see the harm in keeping it going for a little bit. He figured sooner or later he might strike a nerve with this girl which would end with either him getting his ass kicked or him just becoming the annoying guy who wouldn't move out of the way. In all seriousness, Zachary hoped it was the latter, well that is if he had to choose between the two.

Lately, Zachary felt as if he was losing his touch. Losing his quick with a joke personality which honestly was all he really had left. If he lost that, he'd be a rather dull person. Well, duller. With both hands in his pockets and a small grin on his face, Zachary rocked back and forth on the heels of his feet before stopping and raising an eyebrow down at the girl. Once again, there really was no reason why he didn't move away from the door like she had asked ever so politely, he was just slowly shifting from his sweetheart ways and gradually becoming more of an asshole; Zachary felt it was for the best, when he knew it really wasn't.

The sudden urge to speak flooded over him and of course, without his mind's consent, he obeyed. "You're not gonna kick my ass are you?" Zachary asked her with a small hint of a 'I'm kind of afraid of you' tone burying itself underneath the overall ridiculousness of the question itself.

He did his very best to keep a straight face and not burst out laughing in front of this girl. He had to admit she was pretty funny but in a weird 'I'm a bitch' kind of way. Having dealt with many, many women like herself in the past, he knew how to handle them - not in that way, I know what you're thinking - in a conversation. It was pretty simple, just a trick of matching sarcasm with sarcasm. "Well as you might already know, I'm a not a very intimidating person, so obviously I'm gonna need some lessons, but I think over time I will gradually become more and more scary. We can only hope." Zachary shrugged with a small smile. "However, 'adorable' not what I was really going for, but I will take it as a compliment so, thank you." He smiled as he placed his hands back in his pockets and looked out over the girl's head at the crowd of passersby behind her before turning his attention back to the girl.

Rolling his eyes up in thought at her rhetorically asked question, he chewed on the inside of his lip before answering, "Um... what is ask very nicely." He responded in a rather stupid way as if playing Jeopardy. As she spoke, Zachary was very quick to answer her question about his name, cutting her off from her sentence he said hurriedly, "Zachary. Uh.... my name's Zachary." After realizing how persistent that had sounded, he cleared his throat lightly before saying, "Just in case you were wondering... yeah."

If he had to admit it, he definitely would, this girl was rather strange, hence the weird laughing that made his cock and eyebrow down at her once again. Honestly, she was starting to creep him out with the laughing. With a small shrug at her words, Zachary rolled his eyes. "Well maybe that's the thing, looks are deceiving you know. I could be a serial killer, and just because I don't look like one, you'd never know it." He gave a satisfied smile and adjusted his position in the doorway, turning so that his back was no leaning against the frame. "Not worth your time. That's not a very nice thing to say. So quick to judge on someone you barely know." Zachary looked through the window on the door and shook his head. "Drowning yourself in alcohol." Zachary mimicked her again, "That's a good way to handle." He paused realizing just how much of an asshole he sounded at the moment.

Turning his attention back to her after hearing her 'deal', Zachary grabbed the handle of the door and pushed it, holding it open with his arm and waiting for her to go in. "I got a better idea, how about I'll let you in and you can help me get those intimidating looks down." He gave her a small smile, wondering if he'd run into another problem with the owner and his wife this time around.