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"Alright, but I'm buying you a drink no matter what you say...," Miranda said looking back at the guy who was still knocked out, "...in celebration. Also you helping me, that wasn't cheating, that's why I like these street fights, absolutely no rules," she smiled and grabbed the upper part of the girls arm pulling her to the nearest pub, The Drunken Oak.

"I'm Randy by the way," Miranda said as they entered. She turned to the bartender and having to yell over the noise ordered them two beers. When the bartender brought them their drinks Miranda set down two gold coins in payment. "So tell me about yourself chérie. What's your name? Why are you here?" she asked taking a big swig of beer, letting the liquid flow down her throat as blood from her nose and other cuts as well flowed from their place, but she ignored the pain as if nothing had happened.

Others stared at them, mostly at Miranda because of how she was covered in cuts, bruises, and dirt and probably didn't smell all too nice, but she ignored them like she ignored the piercing pain. There were also a couple guys who were checking both of them out, intensely and not very subtly either. This made Miranda's eyes harden, but she tried to make them as soft as possible as she listened in to what this kind and ignorant girl had to say.