...maybe he's used to it, but that doesn't make him feel any better.
It's a hell of a thing to have someone try to kill you.
You're standing there, you're talking, and some nutjob pulls a bow and arrow--a bow and arrow--and tries to pull a bad impression of William Tell. He was still grinning as he turned to Wylie... but that doesn't mean it isn't hitting him where it hurts.
That's why he lets the expression fade from his face as he realizes where he is. No constituents, no aides here... if he doesn't have to have the facade up right this moment, he isn't doing it.
Christ. A bow and arrow. What was he, the Sheriff of Nottingham now? Jesus...
He shakes his head and aims for the bar counter. Screw "morning". He needed a conference with Jack Daniels ASAP.
You're standing there, you're talking, and some nutjob pulls a bow and arrow--a bow and arrow--and tries to pull a bad impression of William Tell. He was still grinning as he turned to Wylie... but that doesn't mean it isn't hitting him where it hurts.
That's why he lets the expression fade from his face as he realizes where he is. No constituents, no aides here... if he doesn't have to have the facade up right this moment, he isn't doing it.
Christ. A bow and arrow. What was he, the Sheriff of Nottingham now? Jesus...
He shakes his head and aims for the bar counter. Screw "morning". He needed a conference with Jack Daniels ASAP.