It had been a normal evening. Just a random night in the Blue Bull bar in Crocus city. The candles had been lit, the air heavy of fried food and beer, even feeling fatty as you walked in. Beer was flowing freely and Teresa was just enjoying her sixth golden ale of the evening. She could slowly feel all the stress of life flow away and her shoulders relax. In a while she would probably order some food and then mix in a bit on the dance floor. There was some kind of jazz/rock band playing and the sound was not all to bad. In fact the longer she stayed -read the more she drank- the better the music seemed to become.
All in all quite standard and then suddenly out of nowhere there came a tankard full of ale flying through the room. Teresa had just been distracted, trying to pull out a cigarette from her breast pocket and did not see it coming. So involuntarily she had volunteered to provide a backstop for the flying tankard, using her right and and cheekbones.
In a loud thundering crash -at least so it seemed to her- the tankard exploded upon impact, showering her in beer and knocking her straight of her bar chair.
Instantly the entire bar began to fell silent as it had just became apparent what had happened. -And Teresa did have the reputation for being a terrible sport. They all watched as the drenched silver eyed witch slowly, a bit groggily, crawled back upon her feet. “OKAY!” She bellowed loudly, a bit wobbly, as she wiped a little bit of blood from the corner of her eyebrow to prevent it from running into her eye. “who did that?” She suddenly asked dead calm and in a honey sweet voice, looking down the room.
Instantly several dozens of hands shot out, pointing two a pair of man seemingly brawling in the far corner of the pub. The two were well known for being rivals, both fighting for the hand of a lady and it seemed logical that one had thrown the tankard to the other, missed and accidentally hit Teresa.
“Right… excuse me everyone.” She said calmly as she slowly began to walk towards the two in the corner, casually grabbing a chair on the way and raising it above her shoulder. “I am just going to say hello…” She continued as a grin began to form on her face and she smashed the chair with full force down upon the two man.
Needless to say that had resulted in quite a bar fight. It was magical, having everything. From people flying through the windows, chairs breaking, bottles popping on peoples head, the bar being used to slide people across as a wet cleaning rag… even the big mirror behind the bar had been destroyed, just as the owner had tried to carry it off.
“Okay time to go.” She said happily, cheerily looking over the massive destruction she had caused. It really had been a brawl to be proud off. Just as she was about to turn and head for the door, suddenly a massive green hand grabbed her by the back of the neck and squeezed hard enough to make the fight just leave her all at once. “NOT SO FAST MISS SINCLAIR” The booming voice of Le-doral came from behind as he spun her around. As always she was quite impressed as she bend her neck backwards to look up to the full nine and a half feet the Orc was tall. “I HAD WARNED YOU. IF YOU EVER DID THIS AGAIN, I WOULD MAKE YOU CLEAN YouR SHIT UP.” He continued loudly -Teresa honestly was unsure whether that was his normal voice or not- as he spun her around and pushed her to some closet. “YOU PAY FOR DAMAGES AND CLEAN. OR I WILL INFORM YOUR GUILD!” He said with a big grin as he crossed his arms, which where the size of logs, and waited to see wha the silver eyed witch would do.
“Oh crap baskets!” She sighed as she stabilized herself from the push, glanced backwards a single time and then sighed again as she opened the cupboard to grab a broom and supplies.
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