<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/db/e9/cf/dbe9cf5fe0e93ceb0b2c4707e6679664--character-portraits-character-ideas.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Her boot was not particularly large or heavy but it was most efficient in upending the tankard of cheap ale that had been sitting next to her, and thanks to Les, still remained full and undrunk, sending a cascade of pale, piss colored liquid washing not only over the table but spilling across Sophia as well.<br/><br/>She sputtered in pure shock as the river of liquid breached the collar of her tunic like flood waters over a levee, leaving her front absolutely sopping wet. The dark navy fabric already yanked lower than low by her "helpful" partner almost washed away completely, only perching on the rapidly hardening ridges of her nipples. The darkened skin of her areolas peeked just over the soaked, frilly ridge of clothing.<br/><br/>Never before had someone been so unceremoniously rude to her, or for that matter, tipped a drink over on her and she sat there, looking up at him like some half-drowned kitten in utterly dumbstruck.<br/><br/>The entire tavern fell silent, save for a smattering of rude snickering from the nearby tables. The pig-eyed owner clapped his meaty hands together in glee and the whole pub erupted into roars of laughter.<br/><br/>The wannabe warrior felt her cheeks burn hot read with anger and humiliation.<br/><br/>"What do you mean, no?!"<br/><br/>She yelled back, sweeping her sopping hair from her face and glaring up at him, her purple-blue eyes hard but also hurt. She never took rejection well and this had to be the most demoralizing turndown since, well, two days ago. Getting turned down by a farmer had been her low point. That was until about 3 seconds ago.<br/><br/>"I haven't even asked you anything yet." She stammered, folding her arms over her chest and only yanking the tunic down to a precarious depth. That damned breeze sent a chill through her and the rise of goosebumps across her milky white skin did not help make her look any more formidable.<br/><br/>"I... I only dropped my shoe. How do you know we even wanted anything from you?"<br/><br/>Action over inaction but dammit, Les... what was she supposed to do with this?