<div class="floatright">(http://puu.sh/o69Lc.jpg)</div>The way Nuria was downing drink after drink, it might as well have been water for all the effect it had on her. Her Godlike metabolism burned through the stuff so quickly, she could barely manage to retain more than a light buzz with even the most prodigious of drunken revelries. Nonetheless, she liked the harsh bite of a good stiff drink and poured them down her throat with sometimes alarming frequency. This made her a good customer, for the most part -- she spent plenty of money on beverages and didn't get drunk, which in theory should mean that she got in less trouble than others of her adventuring kind.<br/><br/>Of course, this couldn't be further from the truth. A veritable hellspawn*, there wasn't a bar brawl she hadn't somehow found a way to get in on -- if she hadn't incited it in the first place, of course. Then there was that one special incident where she actually<em>had</em>managed to get drunk somehow and almost burned the place down after getting into an arm wrestling bout with a half-orc.<br/><br/>At the moment Nuria was nursing a mug of cheap whiskey that she had on special order -- 'special' precisely because it was so cheap that very few would even be interested in trying the swill. It was disgusting stuff, really, but she seemed to like it.<br/><br/>The tan-skinned warrior was leaning against their table in a particularly lazy looking manner, as if to project to the entire room that she was bored with the ribald tale that was the current entertainment of choice. Or perhaps she just had a headache, who could tell? Either way, she was looking somewhat irritable, though when Ayca approached the table she produced a brief, lop-sided smile for the half-elf.<br/><br/>How could she not, when the pretty owner's daughter had hair the color of crimson flame, the thing that made Nuria who she was and that she couldn't help but love? Certainly, Nuria was a tough woman with a hard stomach, toned arms and legs, with a warrior's side-buzz and a long braid that practically screamed 'warrior woman, do not mess with', but in her feral appearance and manner she was not without feminine appeal: a shapely behind, full firm breasts -- not nearly as burgeoning as either Lorelei or Phelypsis, of course, of whom she sometimes wondered what they had eaten growing up to end up<em>that</em>big -- and, oh, a libido that put most men to shame.<br/><br/>As such, it probably shouldn't have come as a surprise to anyone when she produced a mirthful grin and placed a hand on the redhead's hip. "That the one they say you hired a wizard for?" She drawled and chuckled, hooking a finger into Ayca's belt to draw her a little closer. "Next thing, they'll have a spell to make water more wet." She shuddered visibly at the notion -- as a creature so attuned to fire there was always a little discomfort when exposed to its opposite**.<br/><br/>Casually, she let go of the belt again to allow the poor woman the chance to hop away if she wanted and instead showed the barmaid a fanged smile. "You know I never miss an opportunity for fun. Any new rules this year?"<br/><br/>* Luckily for everyone involved only by metaphor, unlike her fellow Delver Phelypsis.<br/>**That didn't keep her from washing properly, but she usually preferred to do so quickly and with a sponge.<br/>