Tobias Malari was well into his third drink of the night. He generally made it a rule that he never drank so much that he couldn't fight, but this new batch, man, they must have put something special in it. He couldn't stop.

Khavel ???The Bear??? Haganiere lurched into the bar, dropping the hood of his parka to reveal the aftermath of the previous night's exploits. The Oriyak's broad face was battered and bruised, his already crooked nose set with white tape, his large lips split in several places.

Hawking a gobbet of bloody spit onto the floor, Khavel padded across the bar, muttering darkly about the gang of Confederacy marines who had jumped him as he wandered back to the run-down apartment block he called home. It had been one hell of a fight, four on one. Khavel had definitly killed one of them, cratering his face like a meteor hitting a moon. He'd taken his fair share of a beating. At least two of his ribs had been cracked by visious kicks, and the knuckles on his right hand still tingled from the impact.

With a dull moan, Khavel settled himself on a stool, ordering enough Vodka to incapacitate a small horse.

Firecloud Ari down the way, an innocuous but still somehow all too prominent woman sat at her favorite stool at the corner closest to the back door. She was already fairly deep in the bottle herself. The small pyramid of shot glasses that she was delicately setting up was evidence of that. She leaned forward, her forearm resting flat in front of her, as the topmost part of the almost complete pyramid was held gingerly in the fingertips of index and thumb. With unnecessary focus and concentration, she was lowering it slowly.

Red let out a grunt of distaste as Khavel took a seat next to her. Bad enough she had to share this place with beasts and animals from time to time, without having this ox of a disgusting man plop himself down next to her.

Placing her palms on the table to stand up, Red had every intention of simply leaving, this whole place disgusted her, and no amount of alcohol was serving to drown that point out. However, inebriated as she was, her coordination wasn't what it could have been, and she more or less landed on top of Khavel with an indignant cry as her feet and the stool legs tripped each other up.

“Fucking brute, watch where you're going,” she muttered as she shoved herself back from him, sloshing his freshly delivered Vodka in the process.

Speaking of inebriation, to the far end of the bar, sat by himself with a pint (his fifth) of ale, Tarael Vaynell was sat humming to himself as he fiddled with a small contraption that was set on the table in front of him. The gold-coloured gizmo appeared to be some form of grinder, judging by the placement of some unidentified herb in a small basin on it, and the blunt drill that Tarael was winding down onto it.

Additionally, judging by the occasional wobbling of Tarael's arms, it was clear that he was something of a lightweight.

As Red collided with the already heavily inebriated Oriyak, a curious thing happened. His face went from a ruddy pink, to scarlet, and then to a throbbing purple. A primal scream of anger ripped from his throat as the Vodka soaked into his shirt and parka, his massive fingers clenching and unclenching. Snorting like an ox, Khavel slipped from the stool, snatching up Red by her lapels.

"No-one. Fucks. With. My. Driiinnkk!"

As the last syllable ripped from his alcohol-numbed lips, Khavel lifted Red from her feet with no more than a grunt and bodily hurled across the bar, in the vague direction of the door.

"You have got to be kidding me," the officer said, still off duty as she was drinking, heavily to get the memories of earlier out of her memory. She starred at the flying person, before saying, "Yeah... I need more, I'm not drunk.." she released a simple hic, "This is just... MORE!"

Tobias Malari turned around at the raging brute of a man. "Hey, man, she didn't even fucking mean to. I know it's a loss, but maybe I could buy you another two. One to make up for the loss, another so you don't clock me, huh?" He was mentally ready for a fight, but his body...not so much.

Benjamin Havok leaned his chin onto his hand and growled at the pudgy organism gurgling on the counter in front of him; besides the Azrican, an empty mug of ale perched near his elbow. With his other hand, Havok angrily poked at the porous, jelly-fish like creature as a pair of it's spindly feelers moved over the deactivated tablet computer.
"Come on ... dammit ... do maaath." He angrily grumbled the creature prickling at the sudden roar of activity beside him; Havok heard the crunch of stool sliding across the bar, and then the scuffle amplifying. The creature released a hideous squeal from it's maw and began to shudder.

"Noooo dammit! Use technology!" Havok pounded his fists into the counter before he was pulling himself off the stool and turning around to see an Oriyak hauling someone off their feet, his outfit stained with the stench of vodka.
"Holy fuck!"

Red's eyes went wide as she suddenly found herself airborne, and she hadn't even the time to let out an indignant yell before with a pained grunt she crashed down through Tarael's table. Bad luck for him to take a seat near the door.

Bruised and more than a bit indignant the frail elven looking woman managed to disengage herself from the splinters of wood as she staggered back to her feet, turning back to look at Khavel.

“Oh, now you're asking for it. Come on you fat lard, is that all you got?” she yelled at him as she rubbed the back of her throbbing head. Given the size of that guy, she was going to feel this in the morning for sure. But damn if the night wasn't looking up.

Khavel roared, lowering his head, the alcohol-soaked parka laying in a crumpled heap on the ground, along with his wickedly curved fighting knife. Under the warmth of the parka, Khavel was only wearing an olive-drab vest, which showed off his tree-trunk like arms, and ham-like fists.

In his inebriated state, the action of moving forward proved a little difficult, and he staggered, sending a service android flying drenching Havok in a cocktail of brightly coloured drinks. His next step sent a table flying in the direction of Sugico, before his addled brain caught onto the fact that he should be beating on the skinny little girl who had survived her flying lesson.

Cracking his knuckles, Khavel swept up the bar-stool, a grin spreading across his face. "You wanna play, little girl? Come and get some culture from the Outer Empire."

Crunch, went the sound of Red landing heavily on Tarael's hand-crafted gadget, causing the youth to yelp and start backwards away from the splintering table. Just as he was recovering from the surprise, the pint of beer - propelled into the air as Red landed on the far side of the table and turned it into a springboard - made its inevitable return to the ground. Or, more precisely, Tarael's head.

The glass clanged off of Tarael's head, and the liquid soaked his hair, leaving him gaping in shock. "What the fuck just happened?" he exclaimed, angrily standing and turning to glare at Red. "Watch where you're flying, you stupid bitch! It took me hours to make that, and the parts were expensive! Dois idiara vasse!"

Degenerating into a spitting oath in his own language, Tarael grabbed the glass from where it had landed on the ground and tossed it angrily at the back of Red's head. "Bitch, look at me when I'm cursing at you!"

"I'm not allright.." she said, her internal filters switching into breakdown modes to compensate for the excessive liquor, "But what the hell!" she said, to Arrow, before getting up out of her seat. "I'm gonna get you jerk, I'm going to beat the everloving hell out of you, and then violate your soul with magic!" She was angry now, an angry drunk modified being. Rather fun thing to see.

Her eyes changed color from their normal blue-green to a hostile yellow, as her outfit changed as well, to a longer battle dress, with the sides appearing to be armored to provide more protection.. "LEts duel, you and me!" she said to Tarrel. "I'm gonna enjoy this!"

Tobias Malari figured that that was a "no" as far as buying the giant a replacement. "Hey, asshole, I think you should get acquainted with how the home team rolls first!" Hopping off of his barstool, he wasted no time in executing a shin kick with his mechanical leg at Khavel's right knee, hoping to drop the man under his own weight.

Benjamin Havok caught the sight of the Oriyak stumbling forward, the lack of sobriety causing Havok to place a glance to his own glass. Grumbling, he laid one hand on his stomach and pointed with one hand toward the Scatterran; before he was distracted by the chirping creature on the counter.
"No damn you -- do the computering thing!" Havok called out before the shot glass sailed through air and whipped past Havok's face, breaking on the countertop and spraying a few beads of glass around him before he raised in arm to his face.

"Oh what the fuck!" Havok said, sweeping the counter with his other hand and spooking the little organism even more. He idly traced his arm to point at Ari, his brow furrowing before he prepared his middle finger.
"What in the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Despite being incredibly drunk, Khavel staggered sideways, the stool whistling as it swung through the air, aimed at Malari's upper chest. Perhaps more disconcerting was the raucous laughter that ripped from the Oriyak's throat, accompanied by the occasional curse or belch.

Whatever retort Red was about to call up, she only got so far as opening her mouth before a glass hit her in the back of the head. With another pained grunt she raised one hand to her head and spun around to backhand whoever it was who had struck her.

“Why you little pipsqueak...” she spat.

As the state of the bar rapidly deteriorated, Red momentarily forgot about the brute that had thrown her in the first place. Probably not the healthiest of things to forget about.

Tobias Malari was off balance from executing the kick, so when a stool swung around to catch him right in the thorax, there was little he could do to avoid the blow, and the relatively puny Terran was sent sprawling over to where Ari was sitting. Knocked silly, there was only one thing he could think to say between gasps and possibly cracked ribs.

"Hey, beautiful."

"Who the fuck even are you?! Why are you in a bar, you look like you're twelve!" Tarael yelled at Subaru, "I'm busy right now being angry at other people, wait your damn turn!"

Tarael returned his attention to Red, scowling, "Who're you calling a pipsqueak?! I'm the same height as you, stupid cow!" he snapped, "I'll show you a bloody pipsqueak."

With that, Tarael whole-heartedly launched himself forwards at Red, aiming to tackle her to the floor in a good old fashioned grapple.

Khavel ???The Bear??? Haganiere set down the stool and massaged his already bruised knuckles, before flipping over another table as he carved a path across the room in the direction of Red. That was before he caught sight of the Azrican, his little piggy eyes widening, his aggression rising. He slammed one hand into the other, another chuckle slipping from his lips.

"Who wants a hug from Uncle Khavel? Come get some love from the Outer Empire!"

Firecloud Ari was about to move to get off of her stool, her eyes fixed on Havok, and so she wasn't so much paying attention to what was occurring behind her, despite the sounds of violence. She was peripherally aware that she was not the only one throwing glasses, and amidst the swirl of irrational, intoxicated anger, there was a strange swell of giddiness...

Before she could properly stand, there was a yelp from the stool as the wooden legs skidded on the floor a bit due to Tobias' landing against her. Jarred from her seat, her hand flailed to get a grip on the bar, and only succeeded in slapping several of the shot glasses she had accumulated down the way at the little uncooperative creature that Havok had been talking to. After that, she and the stool went down in a small cacophony of clattering and cursing.

"Goddamnit! Who the fuck're--" She kicked the stool away in anger, sending it towards the beleaguered Tobias in her blind fury.

Catching Tarael as the pair collided, Red was sent stumbling backwards to crash into several stools, one of which Sugico was seated atop. Landing with a grunt, and a man onto of her she scowled. “Hey now, I haven't been drinking enough for this yet,” she bit off as she rolled the two of them over, so Tarael was underneath her. Rearing an arm back she seemed set to deck the kid, until she finally remembered what she was forgetting. The Oryiak.

“... he's behind me isn't he?” she said with a worried furrow of her brows down at the kid under her.

Benjamin Havok laid his arm out along the counter in a subtle effort to keep the plushy jelly-fish thing from taking a bottle to the ... whatever constituted as its face. With a few chirps, the little beast was already pulling itself along a layer of mucus across the counter; Havok was taken off guard by the horrid stench of vodka as the Oriyak barreled toward him, and he felt the firm drunk pat from the belligerent man.

"Holy sh -- you threw a girl across the bar man!" He said, struggling to hold back a gag from the odor before he lazily pointed in the direction of the toss.
"You're like a bull in a china shop, in a house of glass -- oh my god, you smell like a fucking distillery!" Havok called out again with a cough, his hand that had been blaring Ari the bird coming to his mouth.
"God it's like they waterboarded you with vodka."

Tarael grunted in pain as the pair of them crashed into the furniture, and growled as Red managed to roll them over to gain the upper hand. When she paused, however, he blinked in confusion. Not entirely sure who she was referring to - having been focused enough on his contraption and his alcohol that he hadn't seen the brutish giant spark the fight in the first place - Tarael decided to take advantage of the moment.

"Yep!" he exclaimed, before violently headbutting Red in the face while she was distracted. Scrambling to bend his knees, Tarael slipped his feet under Red in an attempt to shove her backwards off of him.

Tobias Malari grunted in pain again as he took Ari's stool right in the head after being knocked for one hell of a loop by the man some called "The Bear." It hurt to breathe and he had a bit of a headache, but he wasn't about to give up just yet. "Hey, now, it's WAY too goddamn early for me to be getting a hangover." With these words, he kicked Ari's stool back at her legs with his left leg, hoping to topple her to the floor. He needed his right leg for stability and because it'd go right through something like wood.

Khavel ???The Bear??? Haganiere was not behind Red. Rather he was back over by the counter, with what appeared to be an empty ice bucket. In one hand, was a bottle of Vodka. In the other, a bottle of rather expensive and exotic absinthe. Both of these highly potent drinks were mixed in the bucket, the fumes rising enough to knock a man to the ground.

Khavel turned to Havok, pretty much emptying the bucket over his head in an attempt to drink it, a broad smile spreading across his face, as he reached out for another stool. "I. Want. Payback. Azrican scum." Khavel's voice was low and menacing, the smile gone from his face.

With a painful crunch, Tarael's face struck the bridge of Red's nose. Reeling back to cover her nose she let out a string of curses as his feet caught her midsection and kicked her off him. Sent sprawling backwards, she skidded to a stop at Havok's feet.

“Looks like you made a friend,” she noted as she looked up at Khavel and Havok. Khavel's attention seemed suitably taken up by Havok at least.

Benjamin Havok peeled himself away from the Oriyak before he dumped the bucket over himself; Havok pulled his arms toward his chest and clenched his fists intently, his brow quirking at the Oriyak as he practically bathed himself in the mixture. His lips turned up in a grimace and he coughed again to the man.
"God man you're all fucking liquor tanks -- Hey, my parents paid the income tax!" He retorted, keeping his arms up before he noticed the flash of another body tumbling to a stop nearby.

"And really -- you threw her like a fucking tent spike!" He nodded with his head before gripping a stool beside him and slinging it underhand across the distance between them. Putting a heavy push with the stool, Havok was quickly reaching his leg out to grab another stool by the rung.
"And tent spikes don't talk!"

Tarael struggled to his feet, glaring after Red, only to find his vision drawn to the imposing form of Khavel. "Holy shit, it's just cheating to be that big!"

Tarael made his unsteady way after Red, just in time to hear Havok mention Khavel throwing her. "So it was you that broke my auto-pestle!" he exclaimed, "Figures that some brute wouldn't give a crap where his human projectiles land!"

Shouting at the oversized strongman that you were only standing a few feet away from generally wasn't a good idea, but good ideas weren't Tarael's strong suit at the moment.

Scrambling was not particularly easy for Ari in her present state, and it took a lot longer than it should have to pick herself up from the ground and get her feet under her. She had hardly completed half of this process before her ears caught Havok's words, and she barked a laugh. Her glee was interrupted by a shot of pain her knee, and she yelped sharply as she was dropped back to the ground. Grimacing, her eyes flicked back to Tobias, and something between the pain and the humiliation inspired her to think that killing him was her favorite idea at the moment...

Khavel ???The Bear??? Haganiere ignored the stool, preferring to use his alcohol-fueled weight as a human freight-train. Letting out a primal roar, he dashed Havok's makeshift projectile aside, and barreled forward, his own stool swinging out in a brutal arc, aimed at the Azrican's knees. "Eat shit and die, Scum!" Khavel howled as he swung the stool.

It was clear from the Oriyak's demeanor that the he was in a pretty bad state, and soon he'd be curled up on the floor vomiting and calling for his mother.

Red's expression turned to a scowl. “Just who do you think you're calling a tent spike?” she spat. At Havok.

However, indignities could wait until later, people seemed to be getting their attention on the right individual now. Dragging herself to her feet Red wiped a bit of blood from her face with a grimace before spitting onto the floor at her side.

Grabbing up a stool from the floor at her side, she broke the thing over her knee, leaving herself with a hunk of splintered stool leg in either hand.

Though, the Oryiak's imposing size kept her wary of a front on approach. She wasn't a complete idiot. Fortunately, the brute chose to charge the Azrican, and so she spun into motion. Dropping to a knee as he charged past, she spun two consecutive blows to the back of Khavel's left knee. Something that large needed to be brought down to size.

Tobias Malari grinned devilishly as his counter-attack worked wonders. However, as the stool spun off to the side after hitting its mark, he got an eyeful of Ari's crotch...and that gave him an idea. His right arm reached out to grab Ari's left ankle and pull her towards him. If this was successful, his left hand would grope Ari's right breast, leading her to leave herself open for one hell of a right cross.

"Don't ignore me dammit! Just because I'm half your damned size doesn't mean I'm negligible!" Tarael yelled, fuming. Glancing from side to side, Tarael searched for some sort of weapon, eventually settling on the discarded bucket that Khavel had gulped his spirits from.

Grabbing the freezing bucket, he tipped the ice from it, and nimbly clambered onto the counter. Screaming an incomprehensible curse, Tarael launched himself through the air towards Khavel, aiming to slam the bucket down onto the brute's head, jamming it over him and hopefully lodging it there to blind him.

Benjamin Havok slung the other stool out from his knees, hauling it up with one hand to catch the stool as he swung it for his knee's. Havok gripped the seat and spun the wheel away from the bar, hopefully causing the stools to crank sideways; keeping your hands on them might cause a broken wrist, and Havok kicked the stool out as he pulled his hands away, using it to keep the other one locked within itself and spinning to the side.
"No stool for you!" He shouted before stepping backwards and raising his hands up once again, his shoulders tensing as the woman went from the ground to her feet in a split second.

"God dammit ... you didn't even throw her far enough!" He grumbled while keeping himself aligned with the bar and the Oriyak; hitting that thing repeatedly just made it angrier as far as Havok was concerned, he looked to a stool nearby.
"You need revenge like you need a damn hole in your head."

Khavel ???The Bear??? Haganiere stumbled as the makeshift stakes buried themselves in his knee, but the pain wasn't really an issue. Khavel could barely speak now, more just grunt, moan and vomit. He took a step before the world went black and cold, as the bucket lodged over his head. However, Tarael's scream gave Khavel a rough idea of his position, and his two ham-like hands grabbed at the small man, with the aim of extending his airborne trip in the direction of the drinks cabinet.

Tarael's warcry turned into a girlish shriek, as the youth was tossed through the air like a ragdoll, slamming into the drinks cabinet with a shattering of glass and splintering of wood. Falling through three shelves of bottles, Tarael landed in a puddle of alcohol and pain, groaning.

Half-aware of the fact that staying on the ground and curling up, whilst the most attractive option, might well get him trodden on, Tarael groggily clawed at the side of the counter to pull himself to his feet. "Fuuuuckerrr that hurt." he moaned.

Standing back up, Red cast her makeshift clubs aside as she instead grabbed up another of the fallen stools to swing it around towards the brutes back. She was panting heavily by this point, and given his size, and her strength, actually causing damage with such a blunt blow probably was unlikely, but the splintering of wood against the behemoth would be satisfaction enough.

Firecloud Ari was distracted momentarily by the fact that quite suddenly, the alcohol-drenched behemoth Oriyak was charging toward Havok--and being that Havok was fairly close, this was a faint cause for alarm for her. Not that she would focus on that for long. Tobias grasped her ankle and dragged her to him. In the second that it took for him to do that, her hand snatched the chopstick from her hair. She was prepared to hurt him, but was initially caught off-guard by the grope.

"Sexual assault!" she howled, both indignant and surprised. Being as that this caught her off guard, she didn't think about where she was going to plunge the sliver of wood--but it was going somewhere in Tobias. She made to drive the improvised shank up through the meat of the offending forearm--

--which, of course, allowed him to deck her straight across the jaw. She went out like a light.

Khavel ???The Bear??? Haganiere managed to half-turn at the sound of Red's panting, catching the blow of the stool across his upper chest. With a dull groan of pain, Khavel toppled like a redwood tree, arms half-heartedly flailing in an attempt to smash Red's jaw to smithereens. The Oriyak crashed through a table, the bucket ringing out like a bell as it struck the floor.

A few seconds of stillness past, and then a loud snore echoed from inside the bucket, followed by a slow trickle of stinking, lurid green vomit.

Drenched in alcohol, bruised, splintered, and bleeding from numerous cuts from the glass of the cabinet, Tarael practically dragged himself along the bar-counter. "Charming..." he muttered, giving the unconscious Khavel a glare, "Hope he drowns ... throw me into a glass cabinet ... bastard."

As the Oriyak's wild swings caught Red across the face, the woman was sent airborne for the second time that night. This time to land hap haphazardly amongst a few still standing stools back down the length of the bar, further from the fight. One arm had managed to catch hold of one of the fallen stools to keep herself semi-upright, but as she attempted to hoist herself to her feet, the sudden onset of stars and nausea left her reeling backwards onto the floor. She would probably be out for a while.

Benjamin Havok watched the Oriyak toss the youth over the counter and into the liquor cabinet, causing a whole calamity before he was able to speak. He backed away still as the woman smacked a stool across him, and caused the lumbering drunk to fall into a table. Havok bitterly crunched his shoulders at the sound of more property being damaged.
"Dear God you're danger to society ... " He muttered under his breath as he peered around the rest of the bar-turned-warzone.
"You threw two people ... one person twice." He remarked at the sight of the drunken Scatterran evacuating his stomach on the floor.

"You need to work on being the designated driver."

As the various combatants either found themselves unconscious or lacking motivation to fight, Tarael stumbled across the bar to the remains of his table, where he retrieved the crushed remnants of his auto-pestle and stared at them mournfully, slumping down to sit cross-legged on the floor. "That's just depressing..."

Tobias Malari got up, impressed at himself for the quick knockout...and he got to cop a feel in the process. Bonus. Rejuvenated by his victory, he looked around. The Bear was hibernating, some inventor-type was picking himself out of the glass cabinet, and the woman that went flying to start it all was down as well...right next to him. Good night in his book. He stormed over to Havok, the man that had kept his cool around all of this, and without warning, reached out to grab his head and pull it back and down with sufficient force that his skull would strike the floor first.

Benjamin Havok swung his hands out as more movement occupied the bar; he caught the sight of Tobias when the girl had tossed the glass at him and started this all. He met the reaching hand with a swat before slinging the computer tablet around with his other hand like a bludgeon, his voice raising as he lashed out with the strike.

"Personal bubble!"

Tarael rose to his feet once again, shoving the crumpled metal into his pouch grumpily and appearing to contemplate the remaining scuffle between Tobias and Benjamin. Shaking his head, the blonde youth turned away and limped towards the door. He was off to spend a delightful evening picking splinters of cabinet out of his body ...

Tobias Malari tensed up his left forearm to block the computer tablet, but now he had lost the element of surprise. Havok having spun around to face him, though, meant his right arm was free. Tobias took another half-step in, extended his Peter Pointer and jabbed it right at the Scatteran's left eye. "What, you think you're too good for a little free-for-all?"

Benjamin Havok stepped out to his right as he swung with the tablet, dropping it the moment his arm had been intercepted and tucking his chin downward as he felt the fish swung from the side and catch him in the face. He closed his eye tightly and shoved his chest forward, hoping to place both of his hands down to the Terran's chest and shove him away with sufficient force.
"God damn, you're worse than the Oriyak!

Tobias Malari was standing a bit too close to react to the chest-bump, but he could employ a neat bit of footwork. As Benjamin stepped in to shove him down to the floor, Tobias stepped to his right, into the blind spot created by the eye-poke, and extended his left leg while his right arm went around and gave the Scatteran's back an extra shove as he stepped into the push. The end result of this very basic jujitsu move? Benjamin's momentum would lead him to be the one hitting the deck.

Benjamin Havok rolled his way into the block and went to the ground. Keeping himself in a tight position and rolling along the ground, Havok collided with a pair of chairs, easily knocking them over, before he rose to his feet and grabbed at the leg of a chair.
"Oh you're a snappy little bastard ... " He said, lifting the chair above his head and throwing it forward with his might.

Tobias Malari sounded cocky, almost. "Damn skippy--whoa!" He ducked under the chair, which smashed against the bar behind him, and assumed a Muay Thai defensive posture, hands up and ready to defend against blows to the head and body, right leg forward and ready to be raised in response to attacks directed at his trunk. "Well, come on then. I'll show you how we do it here on Terra!"

Norrington popped up from behind the bar. For the moment the fight had seemed to subside. "Buddy!" he called out in Tobias direction, "Man, you might want to chill for a bit. Sit down. Have a drink. On the house." He grabbed a root beer and twisted off the cap, placing it on the counter. "The fights over man, you won." His ears slowly lifted up off of his head and his fur began to settle.