<div class="floatright">(http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii130/Chasseybaby/6a12faa9657371b1f563e9cd225ed555-d52aq8p_zpsf0bd8bc8.jpg?t=1370966339)</div><br/>Araya wiggled her nose as her amber eyes narrowed at the high level tank that was in front of her. The whole pub seemed to be crowded around their small table as stacks of shot glasses piled up around them. She had been on game for a few hours now and found herself tangled in a bet to out drink the tank for a couple of hundred gold coins. The tank was pretty confident that he would win but after the 17th shot he was starting to grow suspicious of her. She hid her fox appearance, only the glow in her eyes would give away what she really was.<strong>“Your turn tubby… drinky drinky.”</strong>She smiled her small fangs peeking out from behind her lips. The tank growled at her and slammed his hand down which tipped most of the glasses to the floor where they either shattered or rolled away. He seemed to sway on his feet as he stood, his finger pointing at her was wavering to and fro in front of her. She grinned and crossed her arms over her well-endowed chest as she leaned back.<strong>“You… you cheat!”</strong>Araya laughed, the sound smooth and charming to hear,<strong> “I don’t have to chest when it comes to drinking dude. Im a pro at it…”</strong>The truth was she was drunk most of the time when she was on the game either in RL or in game. It gave her a chance to relax and be loose and herself. She nodded to his still full shot glass in front of him. He was having trouble on his feet and had to lean over the table at her. She didn’t back down or show that she was scared of the man in front of her. She did notice the way his eyes seemed to be looking down her armor instead of her eyes. A low rumble in her throat brought his eyes back up and a sly grin to spread over his lips.<strong>“Your kinda hot, why don’t we go somewhere…”</strong>She didn’t let him finish and gave another laugh,<strong>“Drink up or pay up, I don’t shack up with losers.”</strong>That seemed to get him angry and he reached out and grabbed her around the neck, slowly cutting off her air supply. The Pub backed away sensing a PvP about to start. Araya curled her fingers around the tanks finger, trying to get his fingers to release her. He lifted her out of her seat as if she were a ragdoll and held her there as she struggled to get free.<strong>“Now whos the loser…” </strong>Her eyes glowed brighter, her pupils slitting as her fangs grew a bit longer. She clawed at his hand with deadly nails as her nine tails appeared thrashing around knocking people and furniture about the room. People started to cheer, chanting to break her neck, and others to tear him apart. A fierce roar escaped her lips as she swung her leg up and kicked the Tank in the head, which released his hold on her. She dropped to the floor, panting but still in attack mode as she glared at the Tank. He was still on the floor unmoving. Someone came over and checked his pulse and let out a breath.<strong>“His knockout, but still alive.”</strong>People looked at her and she calmed down, her form changed back to normal but she kept her claws and fangs in place in case the Tank had friend or guild in the bar. She stood and strode over to their toppled table and pulled the bag of gold from the floor and placed it in her pack. She them moved to the door, the crowed parting for her as she made her way out. Once outside she let out a long breath she had been holding in and slumped at the side of the pub. Rubbing her neck she hissed knowing either a bruise would form or she was be very sore for the next few days or both.<br/><br/>While resting her ears perked as people were talking about the video that they had saw about the slaughterer that she watched only hours ago. She still couldn’t get the image of bodies and blood falling like flies on the field. She took deep breath mewing in pain as she neck started to hurt for the action. She hoped the Tank had a hell of a headache when he woke up. She had ment to drink away the video and the insecure feelings she had for the game, till the Tank boosted that he could drink anyone in the bar under the table. She took him up on the bet, he probably saw her as an easy target for a lay and accepted. She was kinda glad she got in a punch to his ugly face, for all the looks and remarks he made while they sat and drank. She closed her eyes and laid her head back and tried to push the feeling of passing out from her mind, she had to meet Elizabeth soon. Their team Knight Tails were due to do a training exercises soon and she always showed up late. Yet today she felt like she may not show up at all feeling the way she did at the moment. She pulled up her menu bar and had to blink a couple of times to see what she was doing. Once she found the name she was looking for she put a chipper tone in her voice.<strong> “Hey girlie! Its me, Ill be a bit late today, go ahead without me and ill catch up. Tell Vinn to leave me some XP. Bye!”</strong>Once her message was done she sent it off and slumped back down. Blackness was twinkling in her vision and she could feel the slow pull of sleep clouding her.<br/>