The nagging sensation in his gut as he stormed away from the house didn't feel comfortable in the slightest. It was like the urge to vomit, but also the urge to cough at the same time. The pressure pulled him back towards Shula, and he knew it'd only be a matter of time until she either decided to come find him, or at least get close enough to stop the pain. The pain got worse the further he got, but he didn't stop. Being in the town wasn't something he was familiar with, yet the sign of a tavern caught his eye, his long time of drinking making the old style bar catch his attention. He walked in, the doors pushing opening like some kind of shitty western. No one stopped to look at him, and he didn't stop to look at any one either.<br/><br/>"Give me a bottle of something that I won't remember tomorrow," he said as he got to the bar, whatever kind of monstrosity sitting behind the counter hardly sparing him a glance. The bottle came soon enough, and the first swig of the inky fluid tasted a lot like a strong scotch, but with something darker on the inside. Thomas' words pissed Faelan off, but what pissed him off even more was the fact that Thomas even knew about his sister. There should have been only a single demon in this place that knew anything about him, and it was the single person he had tried to confide in. The bond's pain seemed to ease up, and he knew Shula was tracking him down, and his knuckles paled on the grip of the bottle. It was only a few minutes until she'd walked through the door.<br/><br/>"You know, one good fucking way to lose someone's trust is to open your fucking mouth," Faelan growled, as he turned, the flesh of his fist cracking hard against Shula's face as he swung. She toppled from her chair, and the demon behind him decided to play the hero, and grabbed Faelan's shoulder, pulling him around. "You can't do that," the demon shouted, well, tried to shout. As it pulled on him, Faelan swung the bottle, connecting solidly with the demon's skull, obliterating the bottle and sending him unconscious into the counter, quickly followed by the floor. The violence sparked a rage in the bar, as everyone was soon at each other's throats. Some fled the bar, but quite a few demons instead just joined the fray.