[OPEN] Are there some aces up your sleeve? Have you no idea that you're in deep?

[totallytrustworthy]

Date & Time: 8/ 5
Location: a less than reputable local-run bar
Characters: Chloe Frazer and YOU POSSIBLY
Summary: Chloe's Exsilium birthday! One year spent in this place means it's a good time to get into a fight or two, right?
Warnings: Punching. So much punching.

Easy, big guy. Trust me, it's all just a misunderstand-- [Chloe clips her attempt at diplomacy short: opting for the more appealing route of keeping her head fixed firmly on her shoulders as she flattens herself-- palms pressed against the wood of an old, barely standing bar table and what scattered playing cards are left in unorganized heaps along its beer-soaked surface-- just as a glass bottle whizzes right past the top of her forehead to catch (and shatter) on the edge of the booth behind.] --ing.

[There's a pause. A beat for the bar's patrons to play a game of connect the dots where point A is Chloe Frazer, point B is a somewhat average game of cards and point C is a volatile meltdown resulting in one of the larger local sorts hurling insults and glass at a notoriously disreputable conwoman. Clearly she's the innocent party.] Or not.

[And from there on out, the booth and table are abandoned; barrier set aside in favor of mobility. Or more accurately, in favor of an all out brawl. Something Chloe's capable of holding all on her own, of course, but there's the matter of closed spaces and less than friendly faces and really, it's the right thing to do to lend a hand to a girl in need, isn't it? Come on. Chivalry can't be as dead as they say it is.

Besides, all things considered, it's technically her birthday.]



[ooc: Feel free to jump in and lend a hand or prod at her once she's bashed a few skulls and is cleaning up the mess, much to the dismay and disapproval of the locals! In fact, everything she does is just in poor taste. You should probably stay far, far away.]

Comments

[bloodsnap]

[As if to make a point, Kaelyn straightens and clears her throat, gesturing as best she can to make the point that she is perfectly in control of herself. Her tall ears pin backwards in an uncomfortable fashion as well -- if a werewolf could be embarrassed, no doubt this is what it would look like.]

Honestly dear, I would have preferred the small talk. Or the drink. Perhaps a bit of both? Not to say that I myself don't enjoy a good tussle once in a while but--

[She looks around her and takes a step out of the crowd, smiling awkwardly around sharp canines. The last thing she needed was giving transports more of a bad name than they already had.]

I suppose this is why I don't go to bars anymore.

[totallytrustworthy]

I can see why it might cause a few problems for you. [It's a strange end to the fight, but it's an end nonetheless, and what Chloe salvages from the heap of winnings isn't anything to be scoffed at. She decides to make for the door, checking once over her shoulder to see if her new found, furry acquaintance feels like coming along.]

[bloodsnap]

[She doesn't need to be told twice. In fact, when one of the thugs moves after Chloe, she gives a fearsome growl of warning before moving backwards out of the bar herself while the man takes five steps in the opposite direction. She doesn't turn around until she's exitted, and takes a moment to shake off her discomfort.

She glances at Chloe, ears flat, looking apologetic.]

I am usually much better at first impressions. Are you hurt, dear?

[totallytrustworthy]

What-- no, no. I'm fine. [Strange to be asked if she's managed a tousle by something-- all right, someone that's walking about with claws and fangs, and it takes her a moment or two to recover all her usual sass, stuffing her hands down low into the pockets of hear coat.] Fairly certain the heart attack you gave me's already spent.