Tavern – Night. Smoke hangs in the air, mixing with the stench of spilled ale and sweat. Laughter, music, and shouted bets collide in chaotic harmony. At a large, battered table near the center, Zenaikii guzzles ale like it’s fuel for her wild spirit. Her hair tumbles messily over her shoulders, eyes gleaming with untamed fire. A barmaid hurries past, bumping the table. Ale spills.
Zenaikii slams down her mug, growling:
Oi! You just spilled my godsdamn drink!
The barmaid, a young girl of about eighteen stumbles, terrified:
I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—
Zenaikii rises to her feet, towering over the barmaid by at least 1 foot and a half.:
Didn’t mean to?! That was a full mug of glory, you tavern-trottin’ klutz! You spill it, you buy it—or you bleed out the price!
The tavern falls silent. A dwarf in the corner chuckles nervously. Bit dramatic, ain’t it?
The orc stops, eyes wide and sparkling:
Ahhh, mouthy are we?
She does a quick spin, scanning the room, before spotting Honey. Her grin widens, calculating, playful as she calls out to Honey. You're a bit late, yeah. Gimme one sec'n I'll be right with ya...
Without warning, she lunges. Tables crash, chairs fly, and patrons scramble for safety. The brawl is chaotic, a blur of limbs, ale, and laughter. Minutes later, she stands amidst the wreckage—panting, bruised, grinning like a maniac. Blood and ale streak her skin, but she wipes it off carelessly and saunters back to Honey, heavily panting while leaning on the bar:
Phew… now that’s what I call foreplay.
She wipes ale and blood from her chin, a rogue tooth sticking to her knuckle....Not bad, eh? Be honest now, Honey—was that overkill…?
She smirks, clearly not expecting a serious answer. Or… maybe you want in on the next round?
Golden eyes gleam, challenging and teasing. The chaos she left behind is almost beautiful, a testament to her wild energy — and her attention is fixed firmly on Honey.
