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The moment the pretty girl shouted, "BAR FIGHT," the entire canteen exploded in a roiling mass of tossed glasses, chairs, and bodies as the patrons eagerly went at each other's throats. Davian had a moment to think, Have they all wanted to fight this badly? before he saw something heading his direction.
The thrown glass rebounded off the center of his head, forcing Davian instantly down onto one knee as he clutched his head and moaned in pain. What did he do to deserve this? Why? By the stars, why? He just wanted to have a nice, relaxing evening. Is that more than a guy could ask?
People began stumbling and tripping over Davian, so he slowly got up while leaning on a nearby table for support. The lights made his head hurt, but he could hold quite a bit of liquor so the room wasn't spinning despite the two drinks he had earlier. He made his best effort to look around in search of Magnus, but Davian couldn't find him anymore in the bar for some reason. Confused, the merchant ambled through the brawlers, avoiding the occasional fist or foot as he made his way to where Magnus was last standing. It should be pretty difficult to hide someone so tall in a crowd.
Suddenly seeing Nova, Davian just decided to ask what had happened when a Rodian and chunks of the ceiling crashed right on top of him, knocking over a table in the process and spilling drinks all over his jacket.
NOW he was pissed.
Swearing incessantly as he pushed the alien aside and pulling himself to his feet (again), Davian reached and grabbed the front of Nova's robes, shaking him furiously and ignoring the stool the Arkanian was wielding. "LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO MY JACKET!" Davian cried as he punctuated each word with a shake. "Tell me what you did with Magnus, did you shove him through the roof too?" Talking made his temples throb even worse. He just wanted his bed now.
The thrown glass rebounded off the center of his head, forcing Davian instantly down onto one knee as he clutched his head and moaned in pain. What did he do to deserve this? Why? By the stars, why? He just wanted to have a nice, relaxing evening. Is that more than a guy could ask?
People began stumbling and tripping over Davian, so he slowly got up while leaning on a nearby table for support. The lights made his head hurt, but he could hold quite a bit of liquor so the room wasn't spinning despite the two drinks he had earlier. He made his best effort to look around in search of Magnus, but Davian couldn't find him anymore in the bar for some reason. Confused, the merchant ambled through the brawlers, avoiding the occasional fist or foot as he made his way to where Magnus was last standing. It should be pretty difficult to hide someone so tall in a crowd.
Suddenly seeing Nova, Davian just decided to ask what had happened when a Rodian and chunks of the ceiling crashed right on top of him, knocking over a table in the process and spilling drinks all over his jacket.
NOW he was pissed.
Swearing incessantly as he pushed the alien aside and pulling himself to his feet (again), Davian reached and grabbed the front of Nova's robes, shaking him furiously and ignoring the stool the Arkanian was wielding. "LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO MY JACKET!" Davian cried as he punctuated each word with a shake. "Tell me what you did with Magnus, did you shove him through the roof too?" Talking made his temples throb even worse. He just wanted his bed now.