A woman had her eyes on her... and damn if she wasn't sexy!  Shame she met her here; if she had the free time she might take her up on that obvious offer, but for now she sent her a wink, and sipped at her bourbon.  Then there was that other man, the smaller one, more... normal looking.  Normal in here was sticking out like a sore-<br/><br/>And then the hands on her arm, Alee, and Skuld swore under her breath; of course this place would bother her, as the men she 'removed' from their existence on this world were these sorts of men!  She ignored Layla and the conversation, noting the casually-dressed man and the big black man with the 8 on his head.  She didn't like the way he was looking at Alee, but at least he was smart enough that to try his hand with Skuld.  Not that she had anything against a strong black man, but she didn't like his type at all, especially not in the way he likely thought of her and Alee...<br/><br/>"Hey..." she whispered, nudging Layla to get her attention "Over there, casual man, kind of small by the standards here.  Shivered at Graybeard's name, and I would bet anything he knows something."<br/><br/>That done, her Alee had a question, and was scared as Skuld pulled her in closer.<br/><br/>"He's dead if he tries anything." she said to her, looking down at her comfortingly "Relax, I'm here and I'll protect you..."<br/><br/>And then she watched the man blow a kiss, to which Skuld's eye twitched.  The swat on the waitress' rump didn't bode well either, and as she approached them she could feel her pulse begin to throb in her ears.  This was not going to end well... the drink was one thing, the invitation was another...<br/><br/>...but that man assumed she was a<em>whore</em>, and that was the last gods-be-damned straw.  Skuld took the green drink before the waitress even handed it over, despite whatever protest the woman might have.  She slid out of Alee's grasp, turned, and shot her a look that said 'stay here'.<br/><br/>"Excuse me..." she said, to her dear friend and the flirting Layla "...I'm going to go have a<em>talk</em>with 8-ball..."<br/><br/>And so she did, headed right over to him, parting the crowd as her massive form went.  At his table, she took the green drink and<em>slammed</em>it to the table where 8-ball sat, and not only did the glass shatter in such a way that it cut up her hand (didn't flinch, didn't really hurt either), but the table... the table<em>shattered</em>, spraying like a handgrenade going off, splinters sticking into her own jacket as much as the walls and floor, not to mention whatever the hell would happen to 8-ball himself.  The fire of holy vengeance burned in her eyes, but she was controlling herself fairly well, she thought...<br/><br/>"She is<em>not</em>some<em>whore</em>..." she hissed, her voice low, measured, deliberate as she got in close, glaring him in his eyes "She does<em>not</em>want to talk to you, and if you so much as say one more word<em>I</em>don't like I swear I'll rip your goddamn head off and use it like the fucking<em>eight ball</em>you look like!  That's not even mentioning what I'll do to you if you so much as<em>look</em>at her funny one,<em>more</em>,<em><strong>time</strong></em>you ignorant, pathetic<em>fuck</em>!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spending a Legend to shatter the table with Holy Rampage etc... fun times! ^_^<br/><br/>Charisma+Presence to Intimidate (+2Stunt, replenish Legend): At 2011-11-04 01:20:36, Keelan (uid: 15533) rolls: 8d10 Result: 47 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32647) + 1 Epic = 8 Hits :3</div></div>