Storm still had a face like thunder and worse as the silly bitch ran off. Oh yes that one was going to have to face some shit, pretty faces didn’t bloody work with this veteran. Life expectancy in a group did ...as it was Storm thought this one should be dancing in some bar. However that was another discussion.<br/><br/>The scarred woman sniffed, her face still sore but her flask even more so. She narrowed her eyes at Trazinian. “I aint no fackin’ leader. ‘ad enaff ov vat. I’ll speak to em vo.” Her accent was stronger with her obvious temper growing.<br/><br/>“Alwight lads the shows fackin’ over,” a sneer crossed her face, it was almost evil. ” If you don’t get yer ‘ands outa yer fackin’ keckks then I’ll start strippin’” That should scare the hell out of them.<br/><br/>Storm then turned to t what must be some sort of captain of the guard. “I am no fackin’ leader bat I’ll speak ta ya. So wot can I do ya for Captain. Bat don’t be too bastard long ‘cas I ‘as a few drinks due ta me.”<br/><br/>The woman got her purse and her flask ready... it usually worked well.<br/>