Everything seemed to move quickly from laughter to tension as the two new intrusions came past their little gathering. Wart's smile however remained, only breaking into a wider smirk as she watched Ricky approach the man who seemed to be giving chase. Oh Gods 'is sorry petcher ain't got a clue what 'es jus' walked into. Sure she wouldn't put up with interuption shyke and at this rate, neither would Gale, but this guy had agitated Ricky. The respectful, moral, family guy. And that family was just a few feet away. The vagik was either going to have to shape up a good face really fast or get the petch out of there before something violent erupted.
Her eyes glinted a quick red with excitement. Finally this was lookin' to be a petchin' party.
What little care for personal space Wart had washed off with the alcohol, so unlike Kendhl she promptly reached over and grabbed the crab Gale had been frantically trying to remove from inside his pants. "'Ay' - stay still... Gotcha."
She held it by the body, keeping the still flailing little legs and claws from reaching her. Weighing both it and the bottle in her other hand, she looked towards the stranger who Ricky was now questioning. "Best answer 'im quick, vagik," she called over, "we're in a middle a some party games and Gods, ya don' wanna get involved in em." She smiled wickedly, waiting with everyone else to see where this cornered newcomer would take things.
A man suffering an attack of crabs, a naked woman laughing hysterically, two magic... people things, a pregnant woman, an outspoken artist and an off duty Waveguard. The strangeness of the scene was surely enough to give her statement some sort of weight. However, it was difficult to tell whether her quip was meant to aggravate the situation into violence or come off as a threat to actually deter the man. Either outcome was equally satisfying for the artist. It had literally been over a year since her last brawl in a bar and her still recovering muscles were aching to feel the rush of adrenaline that preceded a swift punch to the face. Then again if Ricky did manage to contain the situation and the party finally moved on, it meant more alcohol and maybe, finally, something "fun." Or at least relaxing. Non-aggravating even.
Her expectations for this whole even seemed to be lowering by the minute.
Her eyes glinted a quick red with excitement. Finally this was lookin' to be a petchin' party.
What little care for personal space Wart had washed off with the alcohol, so unlike Kendhl she promptly reached over and grabbed the crab Gale had been frantically trying to remove from inside his pants. "'Ay' - stay still... Gotcha."
She held it by the body, keeping the still flailing little legs and claws from reaching her. Weighing both it and the bottle in her other hand, she looked towards the stranger who Ricky was now questioning. "Best answer 'im quick, vagik," she called over, "we're in a middle a some party games and Gods, ya don' wanna get involved in em." She smiled wickedly, waiting with everyone else to see where this cornered newcomer would take things.
A man suffering an attack of crabs, a naked woman laughing hysterically, two magic... people things, a pregnant woman, an outspoken artist and an off duty Waveguard. The strangeness of the scene was surely enough to give her statement some sort of weight. However, it was difficult to tell whether her quip was meant to aggravate the situation into violence or come off as a threat to actually deter the man. Either outcome was equally satisfying for the artist. It had literally been over a year since her last brawl in a bar and her still recovering muscles were aching to feel the rush of adrenaline that preceded a swift punch to the face. Then again if Ricky did manage to contain the situation and the party finally moved on, it meant more alcohol and maybe, finally, something "fun." Or at least relaxing. Non-aggravating even.
Her expectations for this whole even seemed to be lowering by the minute.