Drink drink drink drink fight! [open!]

[Anonymous]

"Well, wolf bitch number 2 wanted to spread her legs for you and you said no and she got all snippy and now she's gone. Let's drink!" Totally unfazed, Papillion beamed and lifted one of the shot glasses that had arrived.

[Tally]

"Why aren't you all more weirded out by this?!"  Nathan sounded almost shrill, even to his own ears.

[Anonymous]

Papillion gave Nathan a blank look, "Why should we be?"

[Rhi-Rhi]

Willow gave Nathan a worried look, still sipping her drink daintily. "Is he okay?" she asked, frowning, also seemingly unfazed.

The fight between those wolves had been terribly unpleasant and worrisome, but it looked like it had worked out in the end! Those two just needed to hug it out, was all!

[Tally]

"Because that is not normal.  That is not a thing that should happen when you come into a bar.  That is not in line with the expected order of reality!"  He was giving a speech to the whole bar, lots of people staring like they couldn't go back to their own business after seeing what they'd just seen and needed more diversion.  That was good!  Someone should benefit from his mental breakdown.

[Anonymous]

"Well, why not? I mean, it happened, didn't it?" Papillion glanced over at the shot Nathan hadn't taken, "Are you gonna drink that? Cause I think it might help."

[Tally]

"Couldn't hurt!"  Nothing could at this point, except maybe a genuine, non-wolfen bar fight of the kind sane people partook in.  He threw back the shot and hoped it'd help him along to a state of buzzed apathy if not to a place where anything made sense.

[Anonymous]

"Yay!" Papillion clapped her hands in delight, then stood up, "I'll get us more!" She slid off her chair and made her way back toward the bar. Two large men stood between her and the bar and she cleared her throat, "Hey! Move!"

One of them glanced down at her, then went back to talking to her friend, dismissing Papillion. Which annoyed the First Mate. Eyes narrowing, Papillion reached back and punched the guy hard in his kneecap.

[Rhi-Rhi]

That set off a beautiful chain reaction of events.

The man howled in pain and jerked back, flailing in agony and elbowing the man next to him in the face, who toppled over into the line of people at the bar, which set off a domino effect of people slopping drinks over themselves and others and knocking into each other. Glass broke, voices raised in alarm and anger, and the fragile tempers (and judgment) of the deeply inebriated snapped.

As soon as the first punch was thrown, it was all over.

The first man scrambled to his feet, disentangling himself from the men he'd fallen into, and snarled at Papillion, fist raising. "Ya fuckin' bitch!"

But before he could swing at her, another voice cut in. "Ya fucking hit me!" And the man went down from a blow to his kidneys.

Willow blinked at the scene, still sipping at her drink, then frowned and turned to the flies she'd attracted. "Oh dear. I think you better go!" she said, and made delicate little shooing motions at them.

[Anonymous]

"Hey! He was mine!" Papillion snarled as the man she had punched just got decked by someone else. Talk about lack of respect! She launched herself into the fray with a loud whoop, throwing punches and some very painful kicks as Papillion liked her big shoes.

Alexis, on the other hand, froze, staring around him at the exploding violence in horror. He sunk down in his chair, trying to look as small as possible, "Uh, I like, think we should totally peace out brah..."

[Tally]

Nathan wasn't going to participate.  He was perfectly happy to let Papillion lay the whole place out.  Then a drunk shambled up to him and tried to bring a wine bottle down on his head and he lost his disinterested observer status.

He put the drunk on the floor with a knuckle punch to the throat and beamed at Alexis.

"Why?  This at least I can understand!"  He waded in with an irrepressible glee, helped Papillion out with a couple of pretty big, pretty angry guys wielding chair legs as though they were clubs, and continued on to Willow.

"No weapons now, love.  Except of the blunt force kind."  He hadn't touched his guns.  Pull out a blade or a firearm in a brawl and you created something else out of it entirely.

[Rhi-Rhi]

It was good Nathan brought that up, because as soon as the flies had vacated, Willow had been reaching under her skirts and about two seconds away from whipping out a gun. Someone had smacked one of her flies in the chaos and, prickling with horror and indignation, she had been more than prepared to stick some lead where the sun didn't shine--after she'd made sure said fly was okay, of course.

"Yes, sir!" she said, smoothing her skirts back out and frowning out at the chaos. Someone bumped into her table and knocked her drink over, sending it gushing over the table as she scrambled out of her chair before it could drip onto her dress. "Goodness! Where are peoples' manners? Excuse me, sir, but--"

Then she saw it. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a man approaching Alexis, chair leg raised like a club.

She reacted without even thinking, grabbing her drink glass and chucking it at the man with a squeal of, "Alexis!"

It hit the man right between the eyes and sent him dropping to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Willow didn't even spare him a glance. She rushed over to the blond and kicked the fallen man roughly out of the way, cringing as she did, and may have stepped on his hand along the way. "Oh, dear! Alexis! Are you okay?"

[Anonymous]

Papillion gave Nathan a thumbs up, "Thanks sir!" She then grabbed a chair and hit a woman across the face with it that had been going toward Nathan's back.

Alexis whirled when Willow threw the cup and stared wide eyed. He was not used to such violence and he made a low whimpering sound, clinging to Willow when she arrived, "W-what? That was a gnarly throw Will. Like, I think we should like, check out man."