"You're an ass!" Harry shouted.

"Gentlemen, please take this outside!" The bartender warned them.

"No, you are." Amazing comeback. Anthony turned to the bartender as the latter essentially kicked them out, and he nodded. "Well, gladly, sir," he stood up, extremely ready to take this outside as he was advised.

"I ain't finished me drink!" Harry shouted. But when he tried to grab it, he knocked it over instead, smashing it and spilling beer all over the bar.

"Out!" the bartender shouted. "Or I'll call for the constable!"

Anthony winced as the guy just smashed the glass and spilled beer all over the bar. He just nodded meekly to the bartender, trying to slip out of the pub before shit went south. He didn't much care for trying to piss the guy off, anymore, he just wanted to get out of here.

But Harry followed him out, stumbling a little. "Oh, walkin' away now, are we!?"

So that was that, then. "Uh. Yeah," Anthony just said, looking a bit nervous. He hadn't expected that him trying to piss this guy off would actually piss the guy off.

"Ye fuckin' coward!" Harry shouted. But he didn't launch himself at the guy, for now that he was on his feet again, he was pretty dizzy.

Anthony was nervous, but a little bit less so as it seemed that this confrontation was only a verbal one. "Nah. You are." Because obviously taunting this extremely pissed off guy was a great idea.

"Do you want your ass kicked, or som't?!" Harry shouted. He swayed.

Anthony was much less intimidated by him as he realized that the guy probably wouldn't even be able to land a punch. Granted, neither would be Anthony, especially in his half-drunk state, but he wasn't planning on doing so anyway. "Whatever. I don't care."