Ragnar

What utter bullshit this man was spewing, Ragnar keeps a pleasant smile on his face, though it doesn't line his eyes, rather those very eyes are calculating and perhaps a little cold. But he listens, patiently as this man claims he wasn't doing anything wrong, that he hadn't just tried to steal from the Norse man. Ragnar was many things, one of those being he had an uncanny ability to tell if someone was lying to him. He didn't need to look at Johnny to confirm the lies falling out the man's lips, the arrogance that wafted off him, the confidence in which he thought he wouldn't be caught. Ragnar knew how to play the game, letting himself sit there, listen, without saying a word. The Viking's silence allowed for the customer to continue to speak, letting himself get wrapped up in contradictions and the longer it went on, the more uncomfortable the sleazy man got before him. Ragnar watches a droplet of sweat, pebble at the man's temple before rolling down the side of his face, "I already told you man, I wasn't doing anything wrong," he huffs aggressively, Ragnar tilting his head slightly, that pleasant smile remaining on his lips, "You were trying to steal from me," Ragnar says simply, his grin widening, taking on a dangerous edge.

The human man, fumbles his words, trying to deny it but Ragnar interrupts him, "Do you know what I do to people who steal from me?" He asks casually, his security guard taking a step closer, waiting for the order to grab the man. The human seems to notice this, his head whipping around to look at the security guard and back to Ragnar, his breaths becoming a touch more shallow, "You can't do anything to me," he sneers, feigning a bravado that came from a place of fear, "I'll have my lawyers barking up your tree if you lay one hand on me," he threatens again, Ragnar simply grinning wider. Fuck, why didn't he come down to the floor more often, this was positively entertaining. "You clearly have no idea who the fuck I am, do you?" Ragnar is met with a blank stare, he wasn't surprised, it wasn't like he looked like a mafia boss, no, he was a simple man... for the most part.

"Why, I'm the owner of this fine establishment... and the rest of the casinos in the city," he remarks, eyes glinting dangerously making him look almost feral. There's a pause from the human before realization seems to dawn on him and the look of utter terror that consumes him has Ragnar grinning, a bit of that madness seeming to edge his features. He was beyond delighted when the human grabs a handful of poker chips and throws them at the Viking, Ragnar merely laughing wildly, as they bounce off his chest, his face. Ragnar was never one to flinch from a blow. The human man leaps out of his seat, knocking it over before shoving the security guard away and bolting towards the door. His predatory instincts kick into gear and Ragnar stands up, the rest of the poker chips falling to a ground with a clatter as he whirls, readying to pursue the thief and yet he pauses, his gaze meeting a familiar face. What impeccable timing. His security guard is just righting himself, leaping to his feet in pursuit of the thief but Ragnar beats him to it, shoving his hands into his pockets, a maddening grin lining those features, "Gríptu hann," (grab him) he says over the ruckus, directed at the fellow Viking.

His security guard pauses, glancing at Ragnar in confusion, not understanding the words that fall from his throat. But they weren't directed at him, they were directed at that mountain of a man standing several feet away. It was perhaps, a test and a confirmation. Whether the familiar face grabbed him or not, he would still send his security guards chasing after the man eventually, no one stole from him and got away with it, at least not without a few broken bones.