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The door opened. “OH FOR FUCKS SAKE...” she hissed, twirling about on her heel. She had thought It would be another bastard, another man coming in her to pick a fight with her. She tucked strands of white hair behind her ear as she lurched forward, only to miss a bottle about to hit her. She twirled about once more, a low growl sounding from her throat.

“You stupid piece of sh..” she trailed off, hand going to the hilt of her dagger as she sniffed the air. Something was wrong, was off. The smell of the bar was still there, the smell of piss-fear, acidic pepper-lies, and the scent of musk-an emotion that sickened her. And yet, within those disturbing scent was another, and it entranced her.

She had smelt it before, back before they had all gone, back before she was left alone. It was the smell of power, dormant, but still power and she sniffed at the air, a low growl filtering from her once more. She cared not if they knew know, she would leave, escape. First though...first she needed to figure out who that scent was coming from.

{Lol, Sorry Chaosz, but Rion's getting testy, need to get off the ship XD}

She threw her gaze up at William as she scooched off the bed, her arm linking with his. Even though there arms were linked, she kept distance between them, their elbows and forearms never actually touching.

"Well, I should at least do the appropriate thing and see you off."

She moved gracefully beside him, even if she was a bit wobbly as she moved, one leg a bit longer than the other because of the brace. As they came to the stairs, she allowed him up first, as the man should always lead the way, and she happily reclaimed his arm once they reached the deck. She reached the edge of the boat with him, her smile unable to be hidden as she eagerly glanced out at those on the dock, moving about with such purpose and happiness.

Her curiosity was sturring withing her again; always a bad sign. She released her arm from his, placing both svelte hands on the banister, palms and fingers wrapping about it as she leaned forward, the wind flicking abuot her lithe form. The tips of her long curls waved about easily, the hem of her skirt flapping about. It felt good being up here, in the sun.

After a moment she looked back at William, a soft, secretive smile upon her lips. She seemed sad, and was trying to hide it unsuccessfully.

"I'll see you soon, Sir Fleming."

William silently listened to her monologue, feeling absolutely terrible when she talked about her parents. Well I finally found out who had twisted that knife into her back. Her own parents, the people who were supposed to love her, teach her everything they knew, and then allow her to make her own life with the things they gave her. Instead they used their position as leverage, a way to control their daughter’s life. William was disgusted by them.

His loathing for her parents faded when she took his arm and lead him the deck. She went about it as if he was the one leading her, but the entire act was silly. Not only had she initiated the walk, she even decided who should lead. Despite all of her quirkiness Will was not annoyed, in fact he felt foolishly delighted by it.

What he was annoyed at was their parting. “Sophia, I know your ankle must hurt you, but it’s not safe to stay on this boat. Besides, I wouldn’t know the first thing about fashion, and I fear I would buy you the wrong outfit to go with the boots I must buy.” Although the statement was meant to be serious, he ended up making a joke, he even enunciated boots with the same disgust she managed back inside the cabin.

She blushed as she continued to lean forward, the wind catching her long locks. It was refreshing, the cool air, with a hint of salt, combing wildly through her curls sprawling them out for all to see; mother would be very displeased. She only half heard what William had said, her dark gaze befalling him momentarily as she made a gesture towards the stairs. It was so mechanical, and yet so graceful at the same time. Outwardly, it looked soft and refined, but inwardly she had repeated and practiced this so many times it was robotic to her. She was gesticulating for him to go ahead and leave, her sad eyes following his movements.

"Now, if I stay on the boat, neither of us have to worry about clothes or boots," she stated. "And besides, I don't have the money for it, and I'd never embarrass you or me by asking you to pay for these items."

She planted both feet firmly on the deck, her knuckles blanching lightly as she gripped the railing. The only way she was getting off this boat was if he would force her off, and she knew he was too much a gentleman to do that.

“Well it matters not, for anything I can buy is going to end up much to unladylike for you, and if we do it this way, it would be very ladylike to refuse the gifts I’m about to buy.” William smirked at this idea. But the smile only lasted a second. Now worry plastered his strong face. “Here.” William slowly removed the Gunog from its custom made sheath, and he handed it to Sophia. It’s wicked and twisted blade gleamed in the sun. “This is a good weapon, keep it with you. Even if you don’t know how to use it, it’s evil looking enough to make even the most combat hardened think twice. I wish I could give you a sheath for it, but it isn’t meant to be separated from my kalis. Please be safe.” And with that, William walked off the boat.

William wasn’t sure where to go or what to do once he got there but he trusted his instincts. As he walked through the streets, smelling the salt in the air, hearing the sounds of barter and trade, he thought about where Keith would go first. The second he saw the rickety bar he knew he had found the place. Listing to the rowdy sounds inside, he just knew. “Only someone who thinks he is indestructible would wonder into “that” alone.” William whispered to himself, “and I hope for Keith’s sake he really is, because if what I’ve seen of his fighting skills is the best he gots, he might wind up torn to peaces.”

Not willing to wait outside for something to happen, William shoved the door to the bar open and walked inside.

She held the weapon in-between her forefinger and thumb, the blade as far away from her body as possible. She had the look of death on her visage. She was terrified of the thing, and couldn't do anythign with it; she didn't know what TO do with it. She saw him begin to wander off the boat, her brown orbs glancing back and forth from the weapon to the back of William's form.

"Are you seriously leaving me?" There was a hint of sheer fear in her voice.

She took off after him, hobbling on her mismatched lengthed legs. She still held the knife out in front of her, her other hand out to the side: she was the perfect vision of the prissy cheerleader running while holding something dangerous. It was an accident waiting to happen, her unstable form heading straight for William.

"Oh no, you're sticking with me," she nearly hissed at him, when she finally caught up with him.

Keith watched as a few men stood and began to walk towards the girl, as she seemed to barely dodge the bear bottle thrown at her from afar. Keith glares as he remembers that he is completely useless with his new powers, and that he can actually back his fighting up. One fighter ran at the girl, but Keith intercepted him, hitting him directly in the face, but before hand, making his fist turn into metal, making the punch all the more hard. The man fell immdiatley as Keith struggled to make his foot turn into metal as the man ran at him. He gave up, and swung his right hand that was already made of metal. The man ducked, and swung his scimitar in the one hand.

Keith was getting the hang of basic combat as he blocked the attack with his right hand, and when he felt his foot was kind of funny feeling, he knew he had done it, and perfect timing. He turned, gaining momentum as he roundhouse kicked the pirate, causing him to hit the ground as well. When he was done, he had to reflex time as one of the boss's huge Henchmen picked Keith up frowning, and chunked him across the bar, hitting the wall, and alot of barrels and such, clouds appearing and suck as Keith lied thier for a moment. The henchmen dusted off his hands, as he turned but it wasn't over. Keith emerged from the site, as he ran at the man full force, he seemed to be completely metal, even his clothes, as he swung, and hit the man directly in the back, hitting his spinal cord, causing the man's eyes to roll back, as he fell to his kness, and then on his face. He left his metal state.

The henchmen began to back up, as Keith smirked and faked as if he was going to hit them, they flinched and most of them ran, as the leader stood up. He looked as the boss seemingly finally gained true conscious to see what had occured. He seemingly gritted his teeth, as he got up, and began to back up as he took out a gun and with accuracy fired it directly at Keith's head, making full contact with his forehead, Keith's body swaying, as his head went back, and Keith's body seemed to move with the bullet, as time slowed down in the way Keith saw it. It would appear it had killed Keith, but that was not the case. Keith's body proceeded to fall backwards, when he gained balence, and came back up smiling and said.

"Gotta do better than that!" he said as his fist turned into metal once agian, the captain proceeded to fire, but the bullet hit Keith's fist. Keith's head had turned metal right in the spot where the bullet hit, because the bullet was metal, Keith had adapted to it, before it could pierce the skin. Keith swung, and the Capitain hit the wall, as all the other pirates, traders, vilagemen watched as a great pirate and his crew was defeated by one man. Keith huffed and puffed but then looked up and then at the woman, or seemingly woman as he said.

"Are you ok?"

Keith didn't worry about the woman at this point as he walked over to the table, and he looked around, more people starring at him than ever, it seemed to be something of a freakshow, as they starred at him. Keith smirked at them, as they began to contreverse. The waitress brought a drink to the table, and Keith stared at it. Keith had never had a drink before as the Waitress said.

"On the house! Thanks!" she said as she bowed and walked off. Annother Waitress came with food, as she sat down vast amounts of food infront of Keith. Keith stared at the bear, as he thought about never have drunk a bear before. Keith stare's and then closes his eyes as he gulps down a second and a half worth's of bear, panting afterwards he looked ot see his favorite food at the table, freid fish, and began to munch it down like a fat lady, not have eaten in days.

William entered the bar just in time to miss the fight completely, but he was surprised to see his straggler following him.

At first he wasn’t so sure his ruse was going to work, and when he didn’t hear Sophia say anything, he thought that she had actually stayed behind, so it was quite a surprise she was suddenly right behind him. As he suspected, she had his knife in such an odd grip, she was practically begging for missing eye. Deftly and gently he removed it from her hand. It was such a deadly looking thing and when he was sure a number of the meaner-looking drinkers were watching, he put the knife away in a way that no one would doubt his skill with it.

Spinning the blade in between his pointer finger and his middle finger, William waited for it to gain some speed. As soon as it was at its peak speed, he moved it down one finger and then he let it rotate once more. Then he moved it down one more finger and again, let it spin once more. Just as it seemed to gain a reckless amount of speed he let it go. The deadly bladed spun through the air traveling straight up, passing the top of his head before beginning its way back down. And when the handle reached waist height, Will plucked it from the air, holstering it.

It took William a whole summer of practice to get that move down, and it also almost cost him a finger or two, but it was worth it. Will openly displayed his skill with the blade and now only a drunken fool would try a knife against him. Ofcorse it was just like Will’s luck, it looked like this entire bar was filled with drunken fools.

Taking a seat next to Keith, and pushing a chair out for Sophia, Will ordered a double of what ever Keith just drank. At the military school, underage drinking was quite common, and some of the teachers even joined in, and even though Will never drank with them (he often drank alone, at night when he couldn’t sleep) he was very aware of his limits. While waiting for his drink Will dug into the food and was surprised at how good it tasted. “I don't know how you did it Keith, but this food is delicious!”

Keith continued to munch on the food on the table, even the foreign food was his friend, as he disregarged the person he had just saved, not because he didn't care, but because he hadn't eaten in so long it seemed ridiculous. Keith continued to pick one by one, delicatley, but quickly pieces of food, as he continued his rampage throught the table, he could tell that them two were getting stared at, as the waitress walked over and sat Will's beer next to him, as well as a fish platter for Keith. Keith's eyes illuminated as he smirked, and his eyes were hiden behind his hair, it was a devilish smile.

"I like this world already!" he said motioning and saying.

"Come Sophia join us, their will be no food left soon, and then you might be disapointed..I may be wrong but I think you are just as hungry as the rest of us are, if not a bit less, hell even a bit more, who knows." he said as he continued to eat, and picked up his bear glass, this time drinking longer than last time as he sat it down.

"Well I am technically a man right? I'm sure I can drink.." Keith said as he kept glancing at the woman whom he had saved, also making a point to be aware of his surroundings, and the people around him whom seemed to have shifty eyes, going to him alot, and his friend Will. Sophia seemed to be safe, and no one was really in danger at this moment.

"Will...what do you think about this place so far..." Keith said, trying to spark a conversation.

“This world,” Will paused only a moment to take a swig of the beer placed in front of him, “is interesting. It reminds me of ours, before the red moon. This is a place where skills I practiced through out my life for the off chance they might come in handy, are used almost every hour that I am awake. In this place it’s so easy for me to forget our world, but that might only be because I have no real home.” Will drifted off for a moment refocusing on the food. Everything tasted so wonderful, and he glanced at Sophia just to make sure she at something, if anything.

Even as William ate, his eyes darted from drunk to drunk, he even watched the bar maid that brought him his beer. Slowly so no one would notice, he began to use his right hand more and more. Before long his was using his right hand only, leaving his left free to slip under the table and grip one of his many knives. There he let it rest, hoping no one noticed the transition.

Will decided to restart the conversation it seemed he killed, “Keith, it’s hard for me to trust most people with anything at all, but it seems I may already owe you my life. And yet I know almost nothing about you, Please tell me about yourself.”

"Me? Oh right...My name is Keith, umm I was born in the city we met Ryzunbad,Diaho...Umm...Well I was raised as a what people call a normal person, although as a kid I was picked on about having a vampire friend, considering when human's and the other races first got togehter it was nothing but choas...but after awhile, the picking on, getting beat up, spit on, chewed out, it didn't matter anymore as long as I had her...but then...that Red moon took her, and my life style away from me. My life, and its style was gone, and I felt abandoned..." Keith said as he continued drinking from the beer glass. He began to think about Yuffie, and quickly shifted his thoughts.

"This world is amazing. Nothing could prepare me for this place...I feel as if we are here for a reason, something we are mean't to do here...We are mearly on a small island Johnathan the captain said, he was the world is so vast, its insane!" Keith went on, using hand signs, as if he was telling a story. He sat back, and drunk the last of the beer in the glass, and sighed.

"Wonder if we will ever make it back home...." he said moving his finger around the top of the glass.

She was completely and utter relieved once William took the knife back, a bit fearful of him with the way he handled scary looking blade, but she replaced the feaful simple relief. She watched him enter the tavern, her eyes flickering about hte outside of the establishment. She didn't feel good about this, not one bit.

Rowdies stayed at bars, men that drank too much, women with little clothing. It was a sesspool for germs and unlady-like activity. She groaned loudly as she gazed at the back of William's head, his form beginning to disappear beyond other faces and bodies.


She hesitated a long moment, her fingers digging into the bottom of her shirt. What would mother do, she mentally asked over and over again until she was able to come with a decent answer.

There would be two options. One, she would stay outside, standing next to the door, head bowed, ankles crossed, hands clamped together. She would be out in the slowly changing light until dark came -- for she was sure that William would be in there a while -- and she would be forced to sneak into the building just to keep from the possibility of being stolen away by a random person. Two, she could go ahead and go inside and show these poor souls precisely how one should act, and thusly educate the fools.

She liked the second option better, but not for those reasons. She wanted to be near people she trusted, William more than anything. She was scared, she was in a place she didn't know, that of course had customs that none of them understood. She was too scared to be alone.

So she pushed the closed doors open.

She was barefoot still, which nearly caused her to vomit the minute she realized it; the wooden floors were grainy against the heels and balls of her feet. She kept her face downturned, however, only looking up to locate William -- and Keith! -- before she started moving. She slid her arms up under her chest, crossing them, keeping her hands from touching anything or anyone. She took the seat that William had pushed out for her thankfully.

Although she seemed a bit haphazard, she was the best dressed lady in the establishment, her expensive clothing, though slightly torn and tattered from their misadvantures on the ship, causing her to stand out even more. She gently placed her hands, one atop the other, in front of her on the table, her back never touching the seat, eyes cast down at her exposed knees.


She didn't even attempt to eat the food. Even if she had trusted the food enough to eat it, the men had to finish their meals and drink before she was allowed to pick up her fork and begin to eat. She sucked in her stomach, feeling how thick and heavy it was; she needed to cut back on food anyway.

She listened to Keith's words, catergorizing the information and memorizing it; it was something to do in the bored minutes that passed. She simply sat there in silence, listening, her thin frame never moving.

William was a bit frustrated. Sophia was obviously waiting for something, but he just couldn’t figure it out. William’s stomach turned at the thought of her not eating and he put his utensils down. Instead William picked up Sophia’s fork and plate, and he dished up some of the more “dainty” looking food. When he was done, he put the plate down in front of her.

“Please Sophia, I know these are not the conditions you are used to, but in this world we have no money, so this may be our last chance to eat in a while. You have to keep your strength up. I know you are probably thinking about your parents, hell, I could tell just from they way you mentioned them when we were on board the ship that you almost never stop thinking about them. But right here, right now, all that matters is that you survive. In fact we may never make it back to our world. . .” William trailed off as he reiterated what Keith just said. William whispered most of what he said just loud enough for the three of them at the table to hear.

Now that was finished, William turned back to Keith. “Keith, why are we here? What are you looking for anyways? I don’t mean to be demanding, but I need to know what our goals are if I am going to help to achieve them in any way."

She stared, she couldn't help it. This...boy had walked in and helped her, helped her. He didn't even ask if she needed help, just walked in and helped. She looked around, her eyes wide. The men that had been starring, ogling, her now where looking the other way, mouths drawn taunt.

~I hope no one tho~ “Hey, miss, that was an excellent thing your man did..” The waitress nodded, giggling and making eyes at the boy who had just saved her. “He's not my man and, if he was, looking at him like that would get your face broken..” she grumbled a bit, snarling as she stalked over to the table he was at.

It seemed he had been heaped with food, and beer. He was joined by two others, a guy who thought his knife skills was hot shit and a rich girl, who was bare foot with a foot brace. “Ahh..poor wittle girl..” She murmured to herself walking over to the table and leaning against it, her hip hitting the table as she stroked a hand down the rich girls cheek.

“Hello love..” she murmured, leaning in close, pressing her nose almost against the women's neck and took a deep breath. That scent, the scent of power, clung to her as she pulled back and spun around, leaning down against the table, pressing her chest to it as she let out a small snarl. “Boy, why the fuck did you help me?”

Keith looked over at Will as he asked him a series of questions. Keith sipped some of the rest of the bear, and then said.

"I am going to find my answers here, Johnthan said their is a wise sage here, who might be able to answer our question. After a good night of sleep, I am going to go and consult her.." he said as someone approached. The girl he had helped before approached, and it seemed that she was confused. The girl made a few wierd actions before leaning in, she let out a snarl and said.

"Boy why the fuck did you help me."

This caught Keith completely off guard. He hadn't ever heared someone speak so rude, and didn't see that coming in a million years. Keith sitting thier shocked, said nothing. He stared for a minute at the peculiar person, as he then gulped and closed his eyes, calming himself.

"You were being attacked...i was using common manners by helping you..." he said as he rubbed his left arm with his right hand. He was in a sticky situation, and he could see the future was probably not going to be bright. This girl reminded Keith of the common vampires that lived around him before the red moon disaster. The vampires wo rambled on and talked lots of trash about others, feeling they were above human's in every way shape and form, which was annother reason human's didn't like vampires as much as the other vast races, excluding werewolfs.

"Sorry?" Keith said under his breath.

She saw the woman saunter her way over as she peered up carefully. She mumbled her answer to William as she pushed the food away from her.

"Even in a place like this the appropriate behaviours are important." She stated this as if she had rehearsed it, which, in a sense, she had. She had been required to recite the basics of appropriateness and the rules throughout her growing up. Her statement was the concept for rule number two in a long list of others. She licked her lips to wet them as her fingers slid from the table; she gripped a portion of her curls and began to run her fingertips through them.

"I cannot, will not eat, until you and Keith are finished and full, of both food and drink. It is how things are done." Her tone was somewhat short; she didn't want to argue with him over this, it was simple facts she stated.

Her eyes flickered up again, the woman suddenly next to her. Hello love?

She nearly had a heart attack the moment she stroked the side of her cheek. She was breathless by the time she bent down and slid her nose millimeters away from the supple flesh of her neck. She went starch white as she reeled backwards, forcing herself as far away from this odd woman as possible. Her lips were tight across her face as she attempted to hold her tongue, but she had pushed it too far. She was completely out of line invading her space as she had.

"Excuse me," she started, her brown orbs furrowing so deeply her eyes were barely slits. "How dare you saunter your way over here, leaning down into my personal space, touching me? How dare you disgrace your womanliness by acting like a fool?" Her voice was tightening as the anger began to rise, she stood up, her fingers gripping the edge of the table as she leaned forward, keeping a good distance between herself and the woman. She never allowed her anger to get the better of her, for she knew she could be a firecracker. Her mother said it was her forsaken red hair that made her that way. "Don't ever -- ever -- treat a young lady with such disrespect again while I'm around. I will personally make sure that your manners are redefined if I see it again, and I don't care how I have to get the message across, but I guarentee I will."

She slammed herself back into her seat, the stress upon her face melting away as the emotionlessness reclaims her visage. She inhaled deeply before recrossing her ankles and bowing her head.

"And I do believe you owe Keith a thank you for his help, whether you felt you needed it or not; it's the polite thing to do."

Keith made haste as he forced his way between Sophia and the new woman whom he had saved. He quickly put his hand on both sides, because he knew what came next.

"Sophia.." he said as he looked back at the new girl. Was she a vampire, or had vampire blood? She acted like one, but Keith dismissed that possibility from his mind as he looked at Will, who was still eating, which made Keith groan. Keith looked at Sophia, and leaned her way, nearly touching her ear with his face getting as close as possible so that the new woman wouldn't here them.

"Listen, now is not the time to be picking fights, the last thing we need is annother fight after everything we have been through up to this point, calm down Sophia, I know you are trying to protect me, but I want to protect you, not you protect me...a rich girl like you should be used to that..." he whispered, the last part kind of sarcastic like.

"Calm down, I will handle this, no need to get angry.." he said as he turned back around and faced the lady, now standing infront of Sophia, he turned his head, and smiled at Sophia, reassuring the situation. He knew Sophia was about to get slapped by this wierd and aggresive lady so he had to stop it.


"Look lady, I don't know who you are, I helped you because you seemed to need help. If that was a mistake I am sorry, but the last thing we need is annother fight, I am worn out. Please try and understand, we are seriously not in the mood.." Keith said sighing as he looked into the ladies eyes, and it sent a shiver up Keith's spine, but he held his ground, ignoring the shiver.

She blinked, there was nothing else to do but blink. First this...woman thing, who still reeked of power and the dry cackle of flames in the hearth, spoke to her as a if she were a slave, someone beneath her. Then this man forces himself between them, way to close in her own personal bubble, and tells her he's SORRY?

“No...You came into MY tavern and decided to muck in MY fight. This little richy bitch decides to tell me about manners. Darling..” She swung her disturbing eyes to the woman, a small smirk crossing her features as her body grew taunt. She could feel her pupils dilating and the blood racing through her veins. Small fingers curled into fists as she leaned in, over the boy's body. “In this place the only thing you need to know is how to get on your knees and keep your mouth open or, flip those pretty little skirts up and spread them..” She snickered a bit, leaning back from the male before eyeing him once more, yawning slightly.

She didn't much care about him, although she did like how he smelled of an new building, like molten metal ready to be forged into a sword, or a blade fit for her hands. Their power, all three of them she soon realized, crackled along her skin, bitting at it and making her pale skin pucker up, goosebumps breaking out over her skin.

“Now, you have five minutes to leave this tavern...just five...before I kill you. All.” She nodded once, her fingers curving around the hilt of Wicked, she would only need one of them to slaughter them all.

She listened to Keith as he spoke to her, his words calming and soothing her racing heart. As quickly as she had gotten upset it was gone. She had forgiven the woman and felt highly embarrassed for the way she acted. She released a long pint-up sigh and placed her dumb gaze upon the new lady. She opened her mouth to offer her own apology before she was cut off by the woman's hard words.

Sophia's lips pursed shut as she allowed the woman to ramble, her words flying over her head. She had no idea what she was talking about. There was no reason for her to ever get on her knees, especially in this dirty of an establishment, she would destroy the porcelian color of her legs. Such an odd custom, she mused mentally, trying to figure it all out. She moved to the next portion of the woman's rant. There was no way that she would ever hike her skirt up, unless of course, she was changing. But if that was so there was no reason to spread her legs, quite the opposite. She would need to keep her legs close together in order for the fabric to slide to the ground. This woman was making absolutely no sense.

And then it clicked... somewhat.

Her brown orbs grew as wide as saucers as her jaw dropped, a loud huff escaping from her. Sh ewas trembling, visibly, as her anger rose again. She clenched her teeth together, speaking dangerously low through her tightened jaw, "Was that...sexual in reference?!"

She couldn't hold it in any longer. She stomped away, eying both Keith and William darkly, her eyes telling them that she demanded they follow her out; which was fine, since the woman had threatened them anyway. As she headed out she skirted wide around the woman, her hip hitting a nearby table. Her glare fell to the table she hit, a wicked smirk forming over her plump lips as she placed a death grip on a random glass of beer. With perfect fluidity of motion and with dead accurate aim she spun about, red tendrils of hair flying madly behind her slender form; she looked like some crazed goddess as she stood, perfectly calm but with that dangerous smile on her lips.

The momentum of her spin paired with the outreaching of the arm that held the glass propelled the dark brown liquid from it's home. The first tiny droplets land squarely on the woman's breasts, but as the mass followed behind it hit her dead in the face, covering her from her hair to her shoulders. She stood there, watching the woman grow from nice and dry to sopping wet, a contented smile replacing her mischevious smirk. She slammed the glass back onto the table, to force causing rviets of strain to envelope the delicate cup, it shattering within mere seconds of placing it back down on the wooden top.

And with that she turned and left, exiting the bar as quickly as her braced ankle would let her.

Keith was stunned by the words of the woman, as he turned to look at Sophia, it was already done, and the beer was on top of the woman. Keith's eyes widened terribly as he looked back at will, made a face (OMFG face) and then turned to look at the woman, before following Sophia, catching up as fast as he could. He knew that what the girl had done was un-called for, but the beer thing was flat out wrong...yet hilarious, which made Keith wipe tears out of his eyes as he caught up with Sophia. William had been so busy eating, that he probably hadn't left yet, and he simply came side by side with Sophia, as he turned and walked backwards saying.

"You must have been really pissed off to do something like that, looks like someone is adjusting..." he said looking at her for a second then looking away.

"She deserved it, though I don't doubt we will run into her agian..." he said sighing.

"We should get ready to head to the inn..." he said looking back at the bar. He knew this wasn't the end of it as he turned to see the sunset, it seemed more beautiful than in the other world. It wasn't a just noticable change, but it just seemed so much more vibrant, and expansive, as well as beautiful. Keith looked on at the sunset, as he stopped, and continued looking. He knew that Johnthan was probably waiting in the inn for them, but he continued to look at the sky, as he turned once more to look at the bar, seeing if anyone was coming out, as he continued to walk.