Sage/Yglloa raised his glass back to the drunken mess of a woman in salute before he knocked the rest of it back. Alcohol, drugs, hell poisons and some of the greatest magics ever designed by man did not affect him. Being a card carrying member of the primal forces of creation had its perks. The woman was just what he was looking for and as she smashed the bottle he got to his feet to make his way toward her. Unfortunately the bar tender was also headed that way as well Yglloa simply captured his gaze and said in a calm voice "y'all just go back to work I'll take care of her."  At the same time he subtly twisted the threads of reality and the tender literally had to obey him as the Fallen Angel utterly and completely subjected the man's will with nothing more than the turn of a phrase.  The others in the bar did not see anything unusual take place but the bar tender felt like someone had just stepped on his grave and had the sensation that this was a man he did not wish to screw with as he made his way back behind the bar.<br/><br/>Upon reaching the woman Sage scratched the red stubble along his jaw line with one hand and offered the woman a hand up with the other. "You look like you are having a rough night little lady. Let a gentleman give you a hand and buy you a drink." Of course a few around the bar snorted into their drinks because he was clearly not a gentleman and the hot mess was clearly not a lady but on the scale of lines there had been worse heard in this place.  And much like the bar tender they got an odd feeling around the redhead nothing one could put their finger on but on a primal level one did not wish to mess with him.  It was like something very old and very scary looked out of his eyes and it was hard wired in humans on a very basic level not to cross him.