P3T: Pointy Things for Perfect Prices! [Open!]

This was bad.

Hector had apparently muscled his way through a crowd right into some kind of bar-stall brawl. It looked like it had potential to be one hell of a brutal brawl too, as there was a single man unconcious on the ground under the tent-like covering that shielded patrons from the rain. Normally it wouldn't have worried Hector so much if it wasn't for the rather nasty looking half-foot deep foot-wide hole in the ground where the unconcious man was resting (IE: unconcious). At the center of the chaos, two stern and burly looking men stood menacingly staring down their opponent: a well-endowed woman who looked slightly wobbly and drunk. Hector raised an eyebrow after getting his attention away from the woman's, erm, sub-neckline. Hector realized the danger of the situation: taking either side could result in bad things, especially if the crowd got rowdy enough to start something stupid like a riot. Normally this was why the arena's in the area existed: to get the fighting off the streets. Of course there were always problems like this from what Hector knew about the island.

And he thought he knew a way to resolve them.

"Enough." Hector called out to the two men and the woman, a call that silenced the jeering cheers of the onlookers. the eyes visible through his obscured face stern and looking over the carnage once again. His call immediately got the attention of the two burly men from the young woman, their eyes locking on him with clear disdain and anger.

"Piss off, mate, this dun involve you." the first of the two burly men snapped.

"Yeah, screw off and find someone else to bother." The second man added on.

"Seeing as how I don't give a damn what happens to you, normally thats what I would do. Your little ruckus, though? Its gonna bring in the militia, and chances are if this gets worse they'll shut down the street and cart your arses off to jail. You wanna blow off some steam? go to the arena. Don't do it here. Thats the rules."

"Look, we didn't start it, this broad-"

"I don't give a damn who started it, I'm finishing it. Now get lost." Hector said. As he did, the onlookers began to disperse slightly, clearly realizing Hector's apt point about the militia. There were still some Onlookers, and the two man stood looking between Hector and the woman, clearly debating their choices. The standoff continued. The men still did not look very pleased with what was happening, and looked liked they were considering attacking Hector now as well.

"Don't do it, buddy. I'd rather not put you in the hospital...or the morgue." Hector threatened to one of the men, hoping it would end the supposed stalemate before anything else got out of hand.

This was...Strange, to say the least.

The woman gave the distinct impression of being completely and totally plastered as she rattled off the individuals she had slept with. It was, honestly, quite awkward to listen to for Hector. What was more shocking was her incredible reflexes and ability to dodge the somewhat predictable attack of one of the two men with startling ease despite being as close as she was. Tossing the men onto one another, leaving them a heap on a wooden object that was once a table only cemented the idea that despite being drunk, this woman was a genuine fighter. the Night Hunter believed that her abilities were due to some kind of ability that he was not aware of at the moment.

And that was all the more reason to play it safe.

The woman looked toward him with a giddy grin on her face. She clearly didn't know how much of a bad idea it was to start causing trouble when everyone around you had weapons or could otherwise be a deadly opponent. That wasn't even mentioning the rather serious nature of the local militia and police, who while not as harsh as the marines were certainly no picknic to deal with.

"There, who needs malitiamawhosits?"

Yare Yare Daze... Hector thought to himself, quietly bringing a palm up to his covered face while he shook his head for a moment. He was seriously considering leaving the woman to deal with the rather irate police or militia that would arrive shortly, but Hector being a sucker for women (particularly those who were particularly gifted in their curves) thought that maybe he could diffuse the bluenette bombshell before she got too much out of hand and lived up to the literal title of bombshell. Hector tried to think: what could he say to try and diffuse the situation?

"Listen, I think it would be best if we just go somewhere else for now. Maybe get a drink where there are less people trying to harass you." Hector explained. "Maybe a bar down the street?"

It was a quick and somewhat impulsive question, but Hector just needed to get this woman the hell away from the scene she was making before things got worse or some of the downed thugs friends showed up. As long as he could do that, then he would have all his proverbial ducks in a row.

He just hoped things went that smoothly.

...Wh-What?

What was going on with this woman? yes, Hector was well aware that she was so drunk she couldn't even stand up straight, but that crazy chuckle just sent shivers down his spine. Who was she, and how the hell could she seem so intimidating when she could barely stand up? Hector seemed to have his questions piling up faster then answers. Especially when she started talking about the militia and how she could stop it simply by somehow knowing "the head honcho's granddad" before he was even born.

...did she sleep with him, too? Hector sarcastically wondered. Though he had to admit, he would have been lucky if such a thing was possible. There was no way she could have slept with someone like that unless she was well over 100 though, and Hector knew that this woman possessed erm, "assets" that she was anything but over 30. She certainly wore some clothing to flaunt such a thing as well. With a certain swagger of her hips (or perhaps swagger of the fact that she was stupidly drunk) the woman walked up and got rather uncomfortably close to Hector as she looked up at him. Any closer and Hector wondered if she intended to be pressing up against him. Quietly, she seemed to look him over, a sort of mischevious grin crossing her features that made Hector more nervous than he already was.

"T-then again...now that's I looks at ya..." She began as if to say something. Hector then saw a rather quick motion from her hand toward his, and next thing he knew the woman had a rather strong grip on his wrist and quickly pulled him away from the bar stall in the direction of what she likely thought was something (probably more drinks).

"You're handsome! I'll let you buy me a drink kiddo!"

The Night Hunter was immediately given pause at the fact that the woman seemed to think he was handsome based on seeing his eyes and perhaps a hint of blue hair, and would have said something to protest by insisting that the woman sit down before she fell over and passed out, but he was too busy trying to keep on his feet without causing a ruckus or trying to break free of her grip. If he tried anything but keep up with the woman he likely would have lost his footing and simply been dragged to wherever the hell this woman was taking him. Likely to another bar. After several minutes of an iron grip on his wrist that Hector begrudgingly put up with, He found himself sitting in an actual bar next to the woman who thankfully had made the trip without attacking someone or tripping and falling unconscious into a ditch.

He wondered exactly what was going to happen next, but part of him wondered if he should keep his Kronos avatar at the ready. This woman was no joke in terms of strength, and while Hector was strong he would need all the help he could get trying to keep himself and the woman out of trouble.

This was starting to get out of hand, though honestly? things could have been much worse.

After being dragged through town, Hector now found himself sitting next to the rather attractive bluenette woman as she ordered two drinks. One for herself and one for Hector. This was awkward. Hector avoided alcohol for a number of reasons, highest of which was that he had never had it before and had no idea how he would react to it. The woman seemed tipsy still, but Hector got some kind of distinct feeling that despite her drunken-ness the bluenette seemed to have a good head on her shoulders and seemed to be able to plan things out. Perhaps she was acting like a drunken ditz for some other reason?

Hector didn't know. When the drinks came in front of him, he took a moment to delay drinking the alcohol by doing something he wasn't always the best at: trying to be sociable.

"So...I never exactly caught your name. Would you care to tell me before we drink? seems a little rude of me to at least not know your name. I'm Hector. Hector Vinland. A-as for the help, I suppose its no problem." Hector said, introducing himself to the woman who was leaning against him somewhat drunkenly. He wasn't very good at this whole "bar" thing in the least, having not set foot in one for the purpose of a drink, well, ever. The only time he really went into bars normally was to drag pirates out to prison.

So you could say being on the other side of it in a way was an interesting and perhaps awkward new experience.

Hector was at first listening intently to the woman while swallowing a lump in his throat at the mention of "drinking buddy". He really wasn't a drinking buddy though...she had apparently dragged him here to either drink while ranting at him or make him drink somehow (something he was not exactly keen on). still, it was infinitely better than the alternative of being back at that other bar tent trying to explain things to the local militia. Things seemed to be going awkwardly well (at least that was what the socially inept Hector was assuming) when almost out of nowhere Charolette began to chuckle and laugh.

At first, Hector raised an eyebrow, cautiously leaning away from the woman who possibly could have lost her mind on a moments notice. Then he saw it: a small creature slithering out from her slip dropped onto the table. A purple and black small snake, to be specific. Charolette identified the snake as "Koochi" and noted that he liked to tickle people. The snake seemed friendly enough for what it was at first, eventually, however, after looking Hector over it began to hiss aggressively. Perhaps a little intimidated by Hector's unsual appearance and much larger size.

Taking the opportunity to get the subject off of attempting to drink, Hector quietly pulled away the disguise over his face, revealing his features and most notably the unusual "brand" over his eye. Then Hector placed his hand on the counter two or three feet away from the small snake, giving it plenty of room to take its time investigating Hector to see if it wanted anything to do with him. Hector wasn't about to go reaching for an angry snake, and knew animals were usually much better if you let them take their time getting to know you and not sticking your hands in their face.

As Hector left his hand on the table for Koochi to investigate, he turned his attention back to Charolette. Perhaps if she was inebriated he could at least get some answers.

"What brings you to Govnew, Miss Wilson? And if you don't mind me asking, how do you manage to get into trouble so quickly?" Hector inquired in a both curious and joking manner. Meanwhile, Hector secretly hoped Koochi didn't take advantage of the situation to bite the hand that Hector was letting the snake take his time investigating.