Lucas sat at the bar, nearly drowning in whiskey since the ale did next to nothing, when a woman came up to the bar and took a seat. She was beautiful in more than one way, but she seemed really sad somehow. Her looks were stunning, but it was as if Lucas knew there was something unique and special about her. He felt as if he knew her from somewhere, but with the whiskey dulling his senses, he simply dismissed the thought. Realizing that he was dangerously close to staring at the woman, he decided that now was a good time to leave. Even as drunk as he was, he knew better than to get to know people or let them get to know him. Stumbling a bit from the bar, but careful not to bump into anyone, he made his way out, but as he looked back to the woman one last time, he ran into a wall of muscle. Lucas was falling back when two massive hands reached out and grabbed him by the collar of his vest. Tiberius was the pinnacle of testosterone, standing nearly 7' tall and easily over 350 lbs of brute force, he was everything Lucas wasn't. Where Lucas was average looking, not scrawny, but not built, Tiberius was sculpted by the gods to make all the women swoon.<br/><br/>"And what exactly do think you're doing walking around drunk, fool?" Tiberius sneered "I certainly hope that you don't intend to run into someone and then just walk away without apologizing?" "Nooooo, none can be sooo silly as to be sooo ruuuude" Lucas' speech was slurred and he was clearly dizzy from walking into Tiberius' solid form. "Soo Sorry, Tiber! Wouldn't dream of letting it ha-ugh!!" Tiberius sent his giant knee into Lucas' gut and then let him fall, doubled over. Lucas was fighting to keep Rathus at bay. Tiberius stepped over Lucas and then looked around the bar. "Would any other drunkard care to make a statement? Hmmm?" He asked, clearly hopping someone was as drunk or stupid as Lucas and would challenge him? Lucas stuffed his hands in his pockets, hiding his sprouting claws. Trying to get up and leave, Lucas was trying to do so without opening his eyes, knowing they would be crimson with rage. "Oh, leaving so soon? But we haven't finished our little chat" Tiberius taunted as he walked over and picked Lucas up, only to smash him over the back of the head with a colossal fist. Lucas fell to the ground, but he clearly wasn't knocked out. Desperate, he tried once more to get outside and leave.