Akri hadn't given the drunk a proper glance before. Now she did, and it was followed with a grimace. He couldn't possibly be serious.<i>No, he's drunk. Perhaps he wants to bed one of us too. </i>Yeah, right. About the only consolation Akri had was being unmolested for the moment. Two out of three couldn't say the same. Still not doing good. But that left her an advantage as the discreet one of the three. Only that caster would prove an issue, possibly...<br/><br/>As expected, the boy's trick wasn't very good. As much as Akri had a mind to send him to the floor, she compromised by taking a measured grip of his side and shoulder and  steering it to the table. It was sure to sprawl them both for a moment, but it was better than the floor. "Stay down, you idiot," she snarled as she pulled herself back, hoping that Clara wouldn't knock the poor boy clean off as she sprawled. If she did, she probably wouldn't notice. But Akri had a more important idea.<br/><br/>Though an obvious perv, the smaller orc was vaguely safer at the moment unless he decided to play hostage. The one that drew his blade and had considerably more mass, though... she slipped around the table, though it was more of a discreet walk as she made her way up behind, quietly drew her wicked short sword and tapped it on his back.<br/><br/>"Give it some thought, or you might be doing two dances," she advised him with remarkable calm as she stood at ready, with a careful distance in her positioning to avoid too much hurt from a quick swipe. Again her awareness was largely singular, but at the back of her mind was the caster. About the only thing saving her just yet was the idea she was there to de-escalate, not harm.