"Mother..." A man said, loudly from his own booth, two drunk men standing over him. "I f***ed your mother..." One of the drunk men joked, causing the second to break down into laughter. "At least she got paid for it." The sitting man said, focusing on his drink with a stupid grin, an obscure cowboy accent heard in his voice. "Wha-" The first drunk man said, before the seated man send a punch into his stomach. The drunkard stumbled back, and the seated man jumped out of the booth, slamming his fist Into the second drunkard. Both fell to the ground, and the previously seated man looked around, angry. "Don't f*** with Gabriel Hawthorne!" The [url=https://imgur.com/E4riKYh]man[/url] yelled, walking towards the bar before stumbling into a booth, sitting across from the man in it. "Cheers mate." He said, his cowboy accent vanishing and replacing itself with a British one. "Torchwood Whiskey? I remember Torchwood..." He said with a light laugh, leaning into the booth. Clearly, he was drunk.