“Aye, wouldn't you like to sit on my lap, lass?!” The voice echoed over the general murmuring – which was a feat in and of itself given how loud the tavern was in general – It was no doubt drunk at this point given how boisterous and eager it was to get what it wanted. The large bear reached out and grabbed the waitress by her skirt – the poor vixen letting out a small yelp as she was pulled closer to the man, the tray of drink she carried being no match for gravity and the force she'd be jerked to the side with. Drinks spilled both on her and the pirate, and the man let out another one of those obnoxious laughs as she seemed to attempt to struggle away.
The vixen was clearly shaken by the action, doing her best to keep her skirt up despite the current situation as she finally freed herself from the man's grasp. “Keep your hands to yourself, you sea dog!” she finally shouted, attempting to smooth out her dress and keep the pirate's paws off of her. She was soaked – and with all the ale on her, the dress clung to her in the most inconvenient ways, giving way to her form in all its glory.
The bear eyed her up and down with a grin, “I bet yer a might bit pretty under all them clothes, honey,” he continued, and without warning, swatted the vixen on the rear when she bent down to gather her tray and the glasses that littered the floor, causing her to drop everything in front of him all over again. He let out another one of those awful laughs as she turned to pick things up again, face red and wrought with indignation beneath her fur.
He'd make another move at her before he'd find his paw snatched up in a stranger's grip. “Aye, I believe she said t' keep yer hands to yerself, laddy.” The figure said, tilting its head at the boisterous pirate. The man was shorter than the bear by a foot or two, but that didn't stop him from holding his paw right where it was. At this, the vixen drew her tray up, as if to cover a gasp and retreated back behind the bar.
“Or what, ya dandy?” The bear growled, finally withdrawing his hand from the stranger's, rubbing it where it had been grasped. It was clear that he wasn't going to simply stop harassing the waitress without good reason – the figure before him not nearly imposing enough to stop him, especially not with the array of unnatural colors the canine sported – red, yellow, and orange. He hardly looked threatening, even if he was dressed like a captain, minus the hat.
Without a moment's hesitation, the figure moved and the pirate found himself looking down the barrel of a pistol, the man stepping forward to allow the bear to see into his unnaturally green eyes. “Or I blow you to smithereens without a second thought, ye lice infested sluggard!” he snarled, pressing the barrel into the bear's nose.
Even with the height difference, the bear seemed to sober up a bit – enough to put his hands up and reevaluate what he was doing. There was no way he'd get a hold on any weapon before the canine would pull the trigger. “Aye!” he started, voice a little smaller, or maybe it seemed smaller now that the canine cocked the weapon, “Oi, calm down, ye've made yer point!” His voice was a bit more frantic as the stranger stood there, unwavering with the gun in his face. “I was only havin' a little fun!”
“If I see you touchin' or harassin' another one of these barmaids, don't think I won't,” the stranger finally spat, removing the gun from the bear's face and re-holstering the weapon on his belt again. “Now act like you got some manners!” With that, the man moved to the bar, eager to talk to to waitress – or at least make sure she was alright.