Snippet #2397907

Time: Early Morning
Town: Falkreath
Country: Skyrim

"'Ey! Innkeepa'!" Siletta shouted, her words slurred due to a couple too many bottles of ale.
"Yes?"
"Another!" She said slamming her fist down, afterwards gesturing towards her drunken self. Moments later the innkeeper set down yet another bottle of ale for Siletta. After grabbing the bottle Siletta stumbled up off the stool she sat upon and walked behind a burly man in a chair near the fire. Raising the glass bottle above her head she swiftly brought it down, smashing it atop the man's head.

With a yell, the man jumped up and spun around, casting a glare at Siletta with a glint of suprise at her attractive figure.
"You lookin' for a fight lass?" He spat angrily.
"Maybe.." Siletta giggled, smirking at him. She stalked closer to the man, closing her fist. When she was infront of him, still smirking, she pulled back her arm and punched the man square in the nose, causing it to bleed and him to fall backwards on the ground. The man used his hand to wipe a bit of the blood off his face and got back up to approach her, fists clenched.
"You little fucking-"
Siletta didn't allow the man to finish his sentence, sending a painful kick to his gut.

While he fell to the floor once more Sietta loomed over him, a wide grin on her face. She threw another punch at him, this time knocking the muscley man out cold. People cheered. Siletta then put her hood up and walked out of Dead Man's Drink, mounted her horse and set off towards Cyrodiil, now having sobered up after the fight.