Bile churns in her guts along with a deep-seated fury that grits her teeth and scrapes itself raw against the walls of her throat. Friends come and go, flitting from place to place with no destination in mind except where their inebriation takes them. On any other night, Skyler would've been wandering from group to group with trouble in her eyes and mischief on the tip of her tongue.

She takes one of the leftover shots. A second. A third. The churning in her stomach grows turbulent, but Skyler pays it no mind, drinking two more shots in quick sucession. Not even the haze that threatens to darken the edges of her vision halts the way razor-sharp silver cuts through the rowdy crowds to follow a retreating figure.

And while angelo vestri 's calloused fingers on the back on her neck elicit a pleasurable shiver, one she's tempted to follow - out of this establishment and into the Sotally Tober - the violence that brews beneath a silvery gaze proves far too harsh not to give into.

So she does.

The scraping of a chair is barely heard over the partying as Skyler abruptly rises from her previous position, a calloused grip holding on tight to one of the leftover bottles of tequila. Empty, of course. She waits until Lulu Flint sits down next to someone before chucking the bottle onto the ground close to where the amber-eyed woman is, sending it crashing into a thousand tiny pieces of glass. Miraculously, it manages not to hit anyone on the way.

Should Lulu Flint look, she'd find Skyler baring her teeth in something that is the farthest from a smile one could get, edged sharp and savage. Chin tilted back in challenge, her voice wouldn't make it past the noise, but it isn't hard to read her lips for that single, familiar word.

'Coward.'

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Drinks: 22 // BP earned: 15 // Total: 746

get into a physical altercation with another character 1/2 - DONE

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FESTIVAL OF CHAMPIONS

FEVER HIGH IN A COMPETITION OF THE GREATEST

FEIGNED IGNORANCE IS FOR APPEARANCES ONLY. His eyes trace along her outline as she shifts within the bar. Shadows or not, her visage will never leave his vision. It allows him to catch onto her wink, causing him to smile inwardly, subtle. Outside of that, Fernando stays reserved in his own little bubble.

But, more important than their connection, is who she cuddles up next to. Jealousy is a emotion that seldom brews within Fernando’s stomach. A special occasion like tonight is just the right celebration for him to crack open the barrel, drinking up his own spite with a reach for his phone.

He checks his notifications at first, sliding the unimportant ones away, before switching to his camera. A smooth transition waits for the prefect moment to record, letting the camera record the bar itself as if Fernando was simply texting someone on his phone. The perfect shot requires patience and build up; anything for an apt snap of Lulu Flint and her ‘familiarity’ with Sénon Game.

It’s probably nothing important—just a gesture between friends—but should the time ever come, accusations of accountability may be the driving wedge that puts cait alfric right into his pocket. Human emotions are fickle, reactionary. The perfect prey for a predator seeking profit. And should Fernando have to take on the role of homewrecker?

So be it.

Foreclose this shit so fast you could call their relationship Devon Corp.

And, as with all drunk shenanigans, it escalates. Fernando snaps his wrist to point his camera toward their table once he sees her clamber on top of him. His own anger adds fuel into the fire as he builds the indignation to confront them.

This all changes when skyler dross rises. Shattered glass breaks the barrier between both groups as Fernando’s gaze sits on the captain. It’s not his fight, so he remains docile, but pink wisps dangle from the opening of his sleeves.

“Indeed.”

Fernando plucks one of the shots from Angelo’s line, raising it to clink (in gesture only) before shooting it down. It still tastes like ass but enjoying free liquor on the Head Ranger’s budget makes it all the sweeter. Nothing makes tequila smoother than knowing that one sip could’ve easily been another uniform in their barracks. But who is he to talk financials? He swallows a few more, eager to run them dry.

“Shouldn’t you step in?”

His brain says no. A fragile male ego and pursuit of greater things says yes. He lets Angelo make the call though. An escalation of this magnitude extends beyond Fernando’s tolerance.

He has too much to lose.

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