<span style="font-weight: bold">SMACK!!!</span><br/><br/>Stumbling 3 feet back before falling on his rear, the burly man with a full beard and a bad haircut was completely out of it. Shards of glass lay scattered where he fell. The bartender did not approve of the damage done to his establishment, but he couldn't help but laugh along with the other patrons as they shunned the annoyance that had plagued the air for weeks.<br/><br/>Standing across the room, triumphant against their adversary, was a woman who initially told the other to leave her be. Alas, too many drinks and a false sense of power got the burly man to become too touchy. Instead of a slap across the face, the woman outright beat him up with a flurry of punches that shouldn't have been possible with how many shots she had already downed.<br/><br/>Seeing as her drinking mood had been soured, she left her money on the counter and without saying a word, left the saloon, the people in her path separating to give way. While they admired the sudden brutality against a vile poison in a place of vile poisons, they didn't want to try their luck at angering her.<br/><br/>She hated those places. She hated the people who frequented there. But she couldn't lie. The drinks were good, strong and hardly watered down.