Snippet #854773

BOOM! Skulblaka kicked the door of the bar open and then promptly fell over. She dragged herself to a stool, pulled her body up and ordered the biggest tankard of the strongest ale the Bartender had. The man glanced at her curiously, but shrugged and filled her order. Immediately, She took a big gulp to steel herself, then poured it into the gaping hole in her chest. As the river of amber liquid cascaded out of the exit wound, she craned her neck to see the damage. "Of...fucking....course. The one day I come to work drunk, I get a meat tunnel carved into my body," she growled. She examined her wound. The slug punched a good two inch hole in the lower left side of her ribcage, just missing her lung. Luckily, the potion she brewed for herself yesterday worked, or she would probably be dead. Skulblaka chugged the rest of the tankard and let out a breath through pressed lips. All of the sudden, she noticed that some girl and a hunter were staring at her. "What?" she asked them, as if she were a normal person, and not some psycho that doesn't die from gunshot wounds.