Ignoring all of that and heading straight to the bar, swagging my hips form side to side and showing off my fancy totally not stolen boots and cape. Very much concerned with the lack of booze for the past few days, one of the few good things my captors always gave me to calm me down and how amazing I can do fire breathing tricks with. SO I scamper off and sit down at one of the stools, giving the barkeep a leveled look and growling.<br/><br/><strong>"Chilled wine, please!"</strong>All nine foxfire tails dancing about all happy to get drunk along with me, with one of them setting another chair on fire just because it looked at it the wrong way. Chairs can do that!