Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140208053126/@comment-7838080-20140208054501

Nixia had come to get a simple drink, and had heard about a disturbance at the bar. Not that she worked security, but it seemed like another fight that was started by one of the drunk patrons. She sighed, not content with the security work that she was sometimes called on to do. It simply didn't do it for her.

The engine of her motorcycle dying down, she parked the bike, placing her helmet on one of the handles, no noticable clank to her step as she walked towards the entrance. She then opened the door, and the heads of the patrons turned to see Nixia enter, but not minding the stares.

She then said, "Oi! What are you staring at? You want to start a fight, I guarantee you'll end up dead. Now fuck off before I get real angry." The patrons, getting a cue from her tone, turned their heads away from her, wanting to live above everything else.

She took a look at the bar and spotted an oft too familiar figure to her. She wore a smirk for the briefest of moments before she strode over and said, "Well well...looks like you're causing more trouble again, aren't you, Nox?" Her tone level, yet was laced with amusment.

She then eyed the asailant, her arm at the ready.