Lola considers herself to be a fairly… decent person.

So when she picks a fight with some pure stranger at some saloon she’s been kicked out of before, she doesn’t do it out of indecency. No, she does it because she doesn’t like the way said stranger had looked at her. She doesn’t know if it was the glance, or the vague remark that was made to the bartender, but something about it just sparked an involuntary response within her that she simply could not control.

The fact that she was a few drinks in was also unhelpful to the situation.

After having slammed your head against the bar counter and leaving you to stumble away, Lola snatches a half-empty drink glass from some poor bystander and chucks it your way. It narrowly misses you, but the same isn’t said for the glass shards left in its wake. Lola’s hand itches for the LeMat in her hip holster, but she’s not so drunk that she acts on the impulse. The last thing she needs is more money on her head.

“C’mon!” she snaps, angrily gesturing for you to come at her. “Y’gonna fight or you just gonna stare?!”