Being a draconian meant that alcohol had a lesser effect on Drake than he would have liked. It would take quite a lot of alcohol for him to even start to feel the effects, let alone get tipsy or even drunk, but Vela, despite her gung ho attitude, seemed to drink like a fish, and it hit her quick as a result.

So when a man came up trying to hit on her, she went off almost immediately. The result was a punch being swung almost instantly. Despite being almost completely wasted, she ducked surprisingly fast, and the punch hit Drake square in the jaw. Vela was back up, swaying with the sudden brash movement she had made.

Drake, meanwhile, had fallen off the barstool, and into the person next to him, spilling the man’s drink. At once, the draconian was shoved off, and he ended up on the floor with an angry patron standing above him. What was meant to be a proposition gone wrong had steadily turned itself into a full on tavern brawl.

The chain reaction was almost instant, and before Drake could even get up, half the tavern was already throwing punches left and right. The immediate thought on Drake’s mind was to find Vela and get her out, but in order to do that, he needed to at least clear a path to where she was. With some powerful punches thrown left and right, Drake cleared the two steps it took to find where Vela had been.

Hopefully she hadn’t moved.

Vela wasn’t a stranger to getting into tavern fights. She also wasn’t a pushover and had taught herself how to defend herself pretty early on from her thieving years in Vilpamolan. “COME ON YOU CHEEKY BASTARDS,” Vela screamed at the top of her lungs as Drake was trying to find her.

“You ain’t got shit on this angel,” she was yelling left and right as her speech slurred and she took a bottle and broke it over someone else. “I’ll fucking shank ya! You want a whore go to the brothel,” she yelled at the first guy she threw her drink on.

“Oh, go fuck you-” he got hit by Vela’s sandal as she took off her shoes and started to beat the man.

“No, you go fuck yourself,” she took someone’s drink and poured it on him before continuing to beat him with her sandal. “All of you are assholes and you don’t stop to fucking think about what it’s doing to others.” That came from somewhere but immediately she was tight-lipped as she kicked the asshole into the wall.

“Now, who's going to pay the damages,” the owner yelled.


“RAILE TALON TELL HIM VELA SENT YOU,” she yelled as she suplexed someone else now.