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:// ~Druid-Ulises' Santeri, *nadelkissen's Lokka, and *inkscribble's Lorelei

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This is Lokka. In a bar fight. Or rather a bar beating-the-life-out-of. She's an aggressive little thing now isn't she. Kirro might have given her more than just some magical powers.

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*WARNING: LANGUAGE*

She had one arm wrapped around Lorelei's waist and one around Kirro's, who she had dragged out to enjoy the festivities. He felt downright murderous amidst the throng of people in the bar, hating the feel of them pressing against him. Or perhaps just touching him period. They wove their way through to get some alcohol to start the evening, which she made Kirro take a sip of. "It's not that bad, is it?" She said, leaning against the bar and smiling a little bit. It was very sweet, yet sour at the same time. He handed it back to her. "That's disgusting." Kirro said, gagging a little bit as the sour taste really lingered. "Why you drink that, I will never know." Lokka forced it into his hand, then ordered a beer for herself. "Drink it. Maybe you'll be happy for once." She said, leaning up and kissing his cheek. He sighed, defeated always by her when she was feeling persuasive. He wasn't sure if it was her power over him, or if he actually liked someone. The feeling was extremely confusing. Kirro gave a little shiver, downing the whole thing at once so as to not taste it anymore. Both girls looked at him, a little impressed. "Another?" Lokka said, smiling at him with a mischievousness in her eye. "No." He said sternly, and she shrugged. He never drank, so it wouldn't take long for the vodka to soak in. This would be good times, for sure.

Lokka was busy flirting with Lorelei after having knocked back quite a few, when a rather large man muscled his way to the bar. She really thought nothing of it, thinking for some reason that he might be tied to Kilian and his band. She was always distracted when she was watching, so she couldn't really recognize any of them but him fully. He rested his arms against the bar, then looked over at her with somewhat of a dead stare. Lokka was used to people eyeing her, so she let him be for a while. Then it got to be too much. "Have something to say, there?" She said, arching a brow. "I just didn't know." He said, shrugging and looking at his beer then. "That there were prostitutes in Toradh."

That touched a nerve and Kirro immediately growled, his hackles raised as he was willing to fight. Lokka held him back, looking at the man incredulously. "Fucking say that again?" She said, holding herself back from touching him. Touching always led to fights. Santeri gave her another once over, and shrugged. "Is that your client?" He asked, gesturing to Kirro, who was scarcely containable at this point. Lokka couldn't bear it any longer and socked him, square in the jaw.

Santeri rubbed where she had hit him, and then gave a little chuckle. "Cute." He said, smiling. Cute? She hated being talked down to, and she did NOT like to be called cute, especially in that context. Something snapped. Perhaps the prostitute claim was running over and over like a broken record in her head, or perhaps it was a mixture of the two. But she rushed at him, with all her force, kicking him with one of her boots right in the knee. The nerve was hit and he immediately went down a bit, not expecting it. "Are you crazy?" He asked, or at least attempted to as she pushed him down on the floor hard with her boot, sitting on him and starting to punch him in the face. Over and over and over and over and over again. She was small, but she was feisty and could packed a lot of power and anger into each blow. He turned his face to the side to try to protect the other, and then managed to get that one beaten as well. His nose was clearly broken at this point, and there was blood leaking out of his mouth. He pushed at her, but she wasn't going to give, clamping herself around him.

At first there had been cheers and calls of entertainment, but now everyone went silent, staring. It was certainly overkill as Santeri started to go unconscious. Lorelei had thought the man needed a good beating, but this was clearly overkill. "He's done, Lokka! He's done!" She said, kneeling down and pulling at her with all her might. Lorelei was lucky she didn't get elbowed in the jaw for interfering. When Lokka finally saw his eyes roll back, she had slowed, her knuckles covered in both his blood and hers. Someone made a snide comment, and without anyone to stop him, Kirro punched the guy, a low blow to the gut. This started a wave of pushing and shoving and punching. The whole bar seemed to break out into a riot, while drunk Lokka finally leaned back as if a daze, and pushed herself off of Santeri who was immediately lifted up and taken away, likely to be tended to. Santeri took a few wobbly steps with them. Lokka leaned up against the bar, looking down at her knuckles as if surprised, while Lorelei stood there vaguely horrified, and extremely worried. She hadn't quite seen Lokka that way before. Not that anyone said Lokka was an even tempered woman. "You've gotta go." The bartender said, pointing towards the door, so the three of them ventured out into the night. Kirro disappeared quickly, likely looking for someone to let his rage out on, while Lokka wrapped an arm around Lorelei and smiled a little bit, her eyes slightly heavy, tired from the excitement, the high leaving. Lorelei gave her a little shake. "Wake up! Your night's not over yet." She held Lokka's good hand, leading her down the street and away, hoping to change the mood for the rest of the night's fun and games.

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• Santeri design, Lokka and art © *nadelkissen •
• Lorelei © *inkscribble •
• Santeri © ~Druid-Ulises •

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