Piper Gralok
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Mia sat at a table, in a rather uninteresting bar, on a rather uninteresting planet. She hadn't cared to learn the name and there was nothing of worth for her to even focus on in her current surrounding. Instead she kept her head down, watching the liquid in her mug lap gently at the sides, soft ripples making their way to the edges as her finger taps against it in a steady rhythm.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Tap. Ta-...
The clear, distinct coughing of a male invaded her ears. She winced a little and craned her head up, greeted with the strong smell of alcohol. Mia dared not inhale again, raising a brow as she regarded him with cool, emerald eyes. "You! *Hiccup.*" Mia dragged her tongue across her lip as she replied, trying her best not to gag on his smell. "Take a step back, you're in my personal space." She turned her head back to her drink, taking another sip. The drunk stood there for a moment, finger poised in the air as he contorted his face in frustration.
The heavy, dead weight of his hand rested on her shoulder. Mia exhaled heavily and clenched her free hand up, digging her nails into the skin of her palm. There was a forceful tug on her shoulder, as expected. With the force of his own tug and her own swift strength, Mia's fist made a crunch as it connected with his nose. A squirt of red splattered upward from his nose and onto her pale green skin as the bone broke retreated into his head.
Mia cringed a little, looking to her fist. Surprisingly she had only grazed her knuckles upon impact, skin had began peeling away and revealing new layers. She sighed heavily into the air and returned to her seat to continue the hallow tapping of her finger.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
@[member="Circe Savan"]
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Tap. Ta-...
The clear, distinct coughing of a male invaded her ears. She winced a little and craned her head up, greeted with the strong smell of alcohol. Mia dared not inhale again, raising a brow as she regarded him with cool, emerald eyes. "You! *Hiccup.*" Mia dragged her tongue across her lip as she replied, trying her best not to gag on his smell. "Take a step back, you're in my personal space." She turned her head back to her drink, taking another sip. The drunk stood there for a moment, finger poised in the air as he contorted his face in frustration.
The heavy, dead weight of his hand rested on her shoulder. Mia exhaled heavily and clenched her free hand up, digging her nails into the skin of her palm. There was a forceful tug on her shoulder, as expected. With the force of his own tug and her own swift strength, Mia's fist made a crunch as it connected with his nose. A squirt of red splattered upward from his nose and onto her pale green skin as the bone broke retreated into his head.
Mia cringed a little, looking to her fist. Surprisingly she had only grazed her knuckles upon impact, skin had began peeling away and revealing new layers. She sighed heavily into the air and returned to her seat to continue the hallow tapping of her finger.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
@[member="Circe Savan"]