In the pubs of Brightvale... (538 views)

[stargem]

A dark Xweetok sat at the back of the bar, quietly sipping on his drink. Brightvale had some interesting characters for sure, but tonight it seemed like they were all off somewhere else. His eyes scanned the bar once more, waiting for something interesting to happen. A bar fight, even. Ever since he completed his latest job things had been slow for the Xweetok.
As a bounty hunter he could understand why no one would jump out and openly ask him for his talents, but even in seemingly peaceful Neopia there was always a score to settle or an old friend’s death to be avenged.
He let out a sigh and sat back, swirling the liquid around in his glass. He looked up again and saw…

(Ooc: Feel free to continue it ;D)

[knox]

^{oC: I hope this fight isn't too much just let me know !}

Ryan had being having an off day. Her shoulders aching from all the heavy lifting, her back muscles begged for mercy as she felt the scorching sun blister across her skin, this heat matched with the lifting, as well the unmanagble men on her work crew being useless during the heat. She ended up leaving work with a bad taste in her mouth that desperately needed more than water to wash it down.

Brightvale she thought would be the best place to get her mind of things, as it carried loyalty with the best types of ales, spirits, rums, anything to ease her body and partched throat. The Bar was dark when she had entered burly men sat with large flasks of spirits, ladies who looked more like damsels stared at her as if to say 'Lay off my man honey' casually sipping at their prissy lady drinks. Ryan was not in the mood for it, sure she had come dressed to impress a maroon tumbe top showcasing her strong back and rippling stomach, matched with a pair of knee length black leggings, and a pair of maroon flats.


As soon as she had seated herself ordered a beer her mood when from a coothing relaxing moment to irritiable. A large drunken blue kacheek had approached her his heavy lids told the story of how very drunk he was as he reached to touch her face "Hey ther' sweet cheeks I couldn' halp, bu' notice how pretty yer ar'" he slurred at her. The small Grarrl was not impressed holding her ground as his his hand slowly travelled down her neck, that was it she was fed up, a fist colliaded with his face hard and unrepressed the kacheek instantly removed his hand from her anger swelling up in him sobering him up immediately.

Glaring and very pissed off he bellowed in her face as he grabbed her one arm "Ah, who ya think yer deal' wit' lil missy? Let me show you a gud tim'" he pulled her close to his large body his pot belly thankfully keeping her as far away from his face as possible. "I'm not interested!" she yelled back punching him in the face again matched with a swift kick to his knee relaeasing her entrapped arm and self. He collasped in such a heap, a large groan of pain escaped his lips as he clutched but his face and his knee.

She felt immensily better"Bar keep remove this man!" she called triumphantly. Walking over to where her table was she [icked up her assailants mug sipped at his half empty drink of what smelled like a fruity wine of sorts, and returned to her seat as happy as spardle.