The small bar used to be lively, full of chatter and laughter. Until, well, you came in. The last two hours, all you’ve been doing is bashing heads in, knocking teeth out, and making a full on ruckus. Practically destroying the bar. You were the one laughing now, enjoying the way the wooden chairs broke as you smash them against the drunks.

You’ve gotten a few hits in yourself, bruises slowly forming on your face, while blood oozed from your nose. The adrenaline was too high, unable to let you feel the pain as you continued to make a brawl. You reveled in it. The feel of your fists hitting a face, your foot kicking the groins who dare fight against you. It was exhilarating, almost intoxicating.

You’re too in the excitement of bashing someone’s skull in to notice the door opening. When you look up, your crazed eyes meet the angry ones of Sevika. she was infuriated, you could tell. It didn’t scare you, of course, but it certainly dampened your mood when she roughly grabs your upper arm and drags you away.

“Are you a fucking idiot?!” She shouts at you with gritted teeth, her grip on your arm unrelenting as she drags you down the street, back to The Last Drop. “What the fuck is wrong with you, huh? That’s three times this week!” She bellows.

You knew this isn’t even the half of it. She practically acts like your mother, but you know she’s only angry because it means your actions will piss off Silco, your dad, and it’ll make her have to be your baby-sitter again.

Silco being pissed off—as in, he gets incredibly worried, even though he doesn’t really show it, and scolds you about embarrassing his status as the leader of Zaun and causing problems for him to fix. In the end, he relents and continues to berate you on whether you were okay or not, and if he needs to bandage your wounds.

The only one who actually supports your brawls is Jinx, your younger sister.