Against the Tides

Confrontation
"God damn it, I hate with a passion." A young man with bushy blond hair and a muscular figure moaned. He was sitting in a rather polished bar, made out of what appeared to be mahogany wood, with various inscriptions across the various tables and chairs, along with the posts. There were numerous pictures and paintings everywhere, each of which having a story to tell. But all the young man wanted to do was smack somebody in the face; he was tired and just needed a drink.

"So...you're telling me you don't have spare glasses for water?" This young man asked, his name was Artemis Reznik; mage of Desperados, a hunter of, and he wasn't in a goddamn good mood. "Well I don't have any spare mercy for you, bastard!" Artemis punched the table he was sitting on, shaking it slightly. "Give me that water, now." The bartender meekly responded with an affirmative nod, as he went to the cold water filter and got a glass of water, handing it to Artemis. "There, much better."