[Khloe was in the middle of her sixth tankard of ale(why they keep giving her more is mystery) when Rose pokes her nose into her business. She squinted above the rim at the red head who was raining on her parade, though by her vision there were two and sometimes three identical red heads.]
Oh? What 'ave we 'ere? Lil' red 'ead Miqo'te tryin' to act tough? [She feigns amusement, her drink put aside just a moment to smile.] I knew ol' Baderon blew the gab on me but, to think he sent some colt dove. What a bloody fool. I'm a lil' offended. [She took another gulp of ale, pink dusty cheeks turning a bit more red in the process.] Piss off, love, 'efore I stop thinkin' yer adorable.
[If Khloe thinks she’s going to intimidate Rose, she has another thing coming. Her insults only serve to make Rose angrier, and it takes everything the Miqo’te has to hold herself back.]
I’m not sure who you think you are, or if you know who I am, but I’m not going to leave so easily.
[Rose leans back in, taking the tankard off the table. How many of these had the other girl had?]
[Her ire was raised when Rose leaned in, more so when she moved her drink. She wasn't done with that. The dark knight rose from her seat, leaning in to match Rose.]
An' I think ye need to keep yer nose out o' my business.
[This one wasn't like the rest of the bumbling sailors and drunks who tried to bother her. This one had....something. She couldn't quite tell but it was enough to warrant her attention, and her anger.]
Sod off, 'efor ye get 'urt.
[There's an edge to her voice as her eyes flash a brief blood red. She was never afraid to show what she was and she certainly wouldn't be afraid to do it now.]
[Rose sighs. She's tried to resolve this as peacefully as she could, but at this point, a fight seems inevitable. The red in Khloe's eyes catches her off-guard; she hesitates, but only momentarily.]
I will stick my nose wherever I please. You're bothering the other patrons here, which means you're bothering me. You need to go.
[She reaches for her staff instinctively. Hopefully it's enough.]
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Oh? What 'ave we 'ere? Lil' red 'ead Miqo'te tryin' to act tough? [She feigns amusement, her drink put aside just a moment to smile.] I knew ol' Baderon blew the gab on me but, to think he sent some colt dove. What a bloody fool. I'm a lil' offended. [She took another gulp of ale, pink dusty cheeks turning a bit more red in the process.] Piss off, love, 'efore I stop thinkin' yer adorable.
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I’m not sure who you think you are, or if you know who I am, but I’m not going to leave so easily.
[Rose leans back in, taking the tankard off the table. How many of these had the other girl had?]
I’ll say it one more time; you need to leave.
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An' I think ye need to keep yer nose out o' my business.
[This one wasn't like the rest of the bumbling sailors and drunks who tried to bother her. This one had....something. She couldn't quite tell but it was enough to warrant her attention, and her anger.]
Sod off, 'efor ye get 'urt.
[There's an edge to her voice as her eyes flash a brief blood red. She was never afraid to show what she was and she certainly wouldn't be afraid to do it now.]
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I will stick my nose wherever I please. You're bothering the other patrons here, which means you're bothering me. You need to go.
[She reaches for her staff instinctively. Hopefully it's enough.]
One of us will get hurt, and it won't be me.