The bar’s activity ebbed and flowed around them like the lifeblood in a person’s veins. Everyone was far too caught up in their own little world to pay attention to what they’d just assumed were normal people here for a stiff drink to settle the evening. In fact, the only real disturbances were when the Seattle Screamers scored a goal. A few patrons would cheer at the battered, old trideo set and that round of laughter and applause was usually topped off with another round of stiff drinks. Other than that cliques had been formed and people had already segregated themselves, paying attention to their concerns only. So it was no surprise that when Sienna pulled the seat out from under a –very- drunk human that had been nothing but trouble all night everyone simply looked the other way.<br/><br/>The male crashed to the floor, landing rather impressively hard on his rump with a dull thud. He probably didn’t feel it now as limber and drunk as he was but tomorrow there was sure to be a bruised tailbone and lots of unexplained discomfort.  It took him close to a minute to get up , knees unsteady from copious amounts of lager before he simply falls again. This catches the attention of a few people, namely a large troll who happened to be sitting next to the now repossessed seat. He grunts and stands up before bending down at the waist to pick up the man by the scruff of his neck like a cat would with a kitten except there was nothing gentle here.  Whatever he says to the drunken man is lost in the buzz of the crowd as he walks the drunken bastard to the door.<br/><br/>While that little bit of  drunken entertainment plays out Raven heard the catcall from Sienna and after serving a customer ahead of her, ambles over to the redhead with a impish grin on her elven features. “Do you mind pointing her out then? The bar’s rather busy tonight.” It may have took a little bit to understand the pretty bartender , her thick Mayan accent distorting most of the words but they were in all in good humor and after a slight pause she winked at Sienna. “What do you want to drink?"<br/><br/>Meanwhile Anna also seemed to be receiving some attention in the form of the Bruce waving her down from where he was behind the bar with a cold , dark draft in hand that he certainly wasn’t handing to anyone else. If the eccentric changeling wanted to go check it out then she’d probably get a free drink out of it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>