Elvira had never been a fan of ridiculous fights, the ones that were typically initiated in a bar, after someone had a few drinks on, and had thought that insulting everyone's mother was a brilliant idea. Wasting time and strength for a brawl as silly as that was simply absurd; hence why the Lion's Priestess never participated in them. Sitting on top of the counter, a drink in her hand, the blonde mage watched as the brawl went on before her, the surrounding noises filling her ears and causing her quite the headache. Quite a few drinks had managed to make their way into her system already, alongside perhaps a full pack of cigars, further proving how dependant she was on her vices. She couldn't go on for a day without smoking or drinking; what blasphemy that would be. It didn't really matter, that she was killing herself slowly with every cigar that made its way to her mouth, and every glass of alcohol. At least, Elvira didn't seem to care about it, at all. She had already accepted that, one day, sooner or later, she'd die too, like everyone else, so why bother? It seemed ridiculous, alltogether. About as ridiculous, as the fight she was withnessing.

Golden eyes focused on group of men that had tried to take down a lone old lady, Elvira almost spit her drink as the old lady proceeded to, quite literally, take out most of them all by herself, barely altered by them. The noise in the room had pretty much died out entirely, all eyes on the lady and her opponents. Even the Lion, who was normally quite the chatterbox, had shut up suddenly, amazed by how strong that old lady was. Or how weak her opponents were. Whatever the case, Elvira couldn't contain her laughter. In a few seconds, the entire bar was filled with the sweet, yet rather cruel laughter of the Lion's Priestess, causing several heads to turn to her. With a spark of arrogance in her eyes, Elvira shook her head and looked at the fallen men, laying on the floor, completely destroyed by the old lady. Quickly, she jumped off the counter, picking up her trademark leather jacket and walking over the scene, a smirk drawn on her lips. Slowly, she took her foot towards one of the fallen males, and with her heel, she poked him in the face quite hard with it, trying to make sure he had passed out. And, indeed, he had lost consciousness, like the rest of his companions who had received a beating, while the rest, those who had not joined the fight immediately, were already running out of the bar. Well, that was quite petty. Hey bartender, mind cleaning up this mess a bit? It kinda gives off bad vibes, you get me?

With a completely incredulous look on his face, the bartender proceeded to mutter a surprised "excuse me", seconds before a lion's head, made completely out of fire appeared out of nowhere, roaring in his face, so close that the hair of the poor man caught fire. Panicking, the bartender threw a mug of water at his head. Letting out a relieved sigh, he rushed towards Elvira and the old lady, dragging the bodies of the unconscious males away. Pulling yet another cigar from her pocket, and lighting it with her pinkie, Elvira grinned at the bartender, releasing a cloud of smoke in his face, making him cough slightly. "I knew you'd understand, hun. Though, I can't help but wonder, what is such an innocent soul like you doing in a place ment for the bad guys. You'd get nightmares if you stay in this place for too long. Or not, if you have to deal with the likes of these." Elvira pointed towards the fallen men, shaking her head in disbelief. Were dark mages that weak now? No wonder light guilds were winning the trades; with garbage like that, it seemed incredible how the dark mage world is still a thing.

Oh, by the way. Nive moves, grandma. It's been a while since I've seen someone deal with a few scumbags like that. Can't say I'm not impressed. Turning to the old lady, Elvira took her hand out of her pocket, putting it on the old lady's shoulder with a rather arrogant smile, though it was no surpsrise. Everything in Elvira's body language screamed arrogance at all hours. Mind if I invite you for a drink? I'd like to know where such a jewel comes from. On a side note, I'm Elvira Bellerose. And you are?

0812 words // @Yumi // idk mate // outfit

Even when she had an insane amount of alcohol in her blood, Elvira could recognise hostility and people with attitude issues from a mile away. Clearing her throat slightly, her eyebrow rising slightly as she felt a mix of both interest and annoyance towards this woman, the priestess of the Lion had to try her best to hide her claws. She had just withnessed the elder woman take on several men all by herself; which, in no way meant, that she would crush Elvira in a second because she was just one woman. It was a fact, however, that Elvira was quite drunk, and although she always kept a decent attitude when under the effect of alcohol, chemistry worked its magic, and her reaction time was terrible whenever she was drunk. Things that'd normaly take her a split second to react to, would take her way more than a second now. And in battle, that was a huge disadvantage. Brushing off the killer instinct that was starting to gain importance inside of her, Elvira looked back at the old lady, a charming smile on her face as an attempt to hide the fact that she wanted to commit a murder right now, but was so tipsy that she'd probably trip and fall after a few seconds. You're a charming one, eh.

Gladly, not all was lost. Although the lady had quite the temper, it seemed Elvira still had the chance to work her charm on the grandma and figure out some stuff about her, in exchange of a drink... Or a few. Who knew, maybe aside from devilishly strong, the lady, who had introduced herself as Yumi, was quite resistant to the effects of alcohol too. At any rate, if she was, Elvira would probably be quite surprised. A woman of her age, capable of doing such things... This woman was a diamond, and not a rough one. She seemed quite a polished subject, someone who knew how to act under any situation with precision. Discovering the backstory to this jewel was Elvira's objective for tonight. My, my, darling, we speak the same language. Although I feel like I'll start hearing new stuff if I drink more. Smiling, showing her elongated canine teeth, Elvira placed a finger against her temple, as to show where she'd start hearing stuff if she kept drinking... Though hearing voices in her head was an every day experience for her anyways.

With the same feline elegance with which she always carried herself, Elvira headed towards the bar counter, getting behind it at ease. Taking out a new, clean glass, Elvira quickly filled it with the liquid requested by Yumi, her eyes gaining a new mischievous glow as she watched the liquid pour into the glass calmly, filling it with sweet poison, a substance that albeit addictive, was quite a killer, in the end. There were ocassions in which Elvira wished she wasn't so dependant on her vices. Not being able to spend a day without smoking, being unable to control the amount of alcohol she consumed every time she started, it all ended up as a massive problem that was just getting out of hand, yet Elvira never did anything to solve it. After all, it all had began as a way to demonstrate her parents that she didn't care at all about the curse. Her father, who had always suffered from diverse illness, was quite sensitive about anything related to health and wellbeing. In fact, the vices Elvira was so addicted to in the present, were considered sin in her family, for the sole reason that they slowly destroyed a person's body. Elvira's father, due to the fact that he had never been able to be healthy, and illness had been his companion for a lifetime, had decided to pour all his effort into keeping the rest of his family as healthy and sane as possible. Yet he had failed. Boy, had he failed with Elvira. The heir of the Bellerose lineage had been deemed to be insane from the very first moment she began hearing the lion's voice and didn't find it bothering. And later on, her addiction to alcohol and smoking, which had just began as a way to mock her father. Elvira was the the biggest failure according to the Bellerose, and the greatest success according to the Lion. Two opposed oppinions, one of which meant nothing to Elvira. And it was pretty clear which it was.

Handing the glass to Yumi, Elvira glanced at the bartender before returning to the conversation with the lady, giving him one last, burning stare, which caused a shiver to run down the male's spine, closing the mouth he had opened in an attempt to protest against Elvira's manners. An arrogant smile drawing on her lips, the blonde placed her elbow on the counter, holding her head with her hand while looking at Yumi straight at her eyes with the same mischievous glow in her eyes as always, finishing off her cigar. Perhaps tonight was her lucky night, and she'd finally be somewhat useful to her guild. Somewhat. So we're beginning all over again, huh? Alright, allow me to introduce myself once more, Yumi. I am Elvira Bellerose, mostly known as The lion, and I've got to admit, you've got quite nice moves. But, what had those poor men done to you as to deserve such a beating?

0814 words // @Yumi // exams killed me, sorry for delay // outfit