[color=#C0C0C0][h1][center]~[u]Vash[/u]~[/center][/h1][/color]

Damned drunkard possessed quiet the bar-tab and an attitude to easily outmatch. Sprawled out within a corner booth of the establishment, seating granted view of any who'd approach himself. Albeit, state of intoxication could be taking it's toll on awareness. Even for being 6'6, and est. 200-210LBS, the ornery fella was [b]still[/b] guzzling drinks far more than any creature [i]should[/i]. Without a doubt, recent and ongoing actions, has caused several to be tasked with handling the alien who calls himself VASHOOK!

Considering the establishment Vash occupied was on the 'less reputable' side. Some of the assistance hired to dispose of him was far from 'legal-enforcement'. On-call security already attempted, and failed, to escort Vash out due to disruptive/foul behavior. So far, Vash stubbornly inhabits the establishment seeking to have his fill of alcohol while rudely explaining 'he'll [b]only[/b] pay his dues after'.

Narrowing onto the subject of focus. Likely a bounty hunter or mercenary, instructed to remove Vash, signals their arrival by blasting a pitcher out of the goat's grasp. Glass and beverage fly everywhere as the projectile destroys Vash's drink. Angrily, Vash shakes himself to 'dry off' due to becoming drenched. Staring down the crosshairs of their weapon the mercenary shouts.

“[color=goldenrod]AYE FUCKWIT! YOU'VE GOT THIRTY SECONDS TO GO! BEFORE I MAKE YOUR LIFE HELL![/color]"

Of course Vash didn't listen, merely ignoring the newcomer and resuming his drinking binge. Though, each beverage grabbed is effortlessly shot and destroyed. Like a broken record, Vash repeats the process: Angrily shakes self dry with a calculated 'dog like' maneuver, grabs another drink only to be doused again by the aftermath of an aimed shot. Mercenary even laughing at the determination, stubbornness, or stupidity of Vash. Right before the Merc shouts another string of commands, or threats. Vash finally lifts himself to a stand to face his agressor. Sernly, irritation coursing through his words.

“[color=#C0C0C0]HhhhhhaaaaaaaaaarrrrRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrruuuummmmmmphhh! THAAAAT'S ENOUGH!! Do you have anywhere else to be? 'Cause i'd find great joy knowing what direction to kick your ass in!!!”[/color]

Cocking their firearm the mercenary scoffs. Informing Vash of the current 'situation' and how he's on the 'wrong end of the problem to be giving orders, threats, or demands.' Not to mention, the mercenary comments on Vash's level of intoxication. A level which seemed utterly high as Vash stumbled and 'struggled' to kept balance. The mercenaries gun was even visibly moving with Vash's own movements, obviously keeping gun sights 'locked on'. Almost comically Vash hiccups a few times before and during speaking.

“[color=#C0C0C0]Don't fire that --hiccup-- gun again, Last w—hiccup—warning![/color]”

If not for the drunken swaying of Vash, the gunshot fired in protest [i]would have[/i] grazed him. Roaring, well one could only imagine a 'roar' from a goat-like humanoid. Spiraling into a flurry of movements after warning is not heeded. Vash utilizes the 'drunken sway and momentum' easily performing a cartwheel and removing himself from direct aim of the gun. Turning hoofs into metal, Vash grinds into the wood flooring and launches himself with a charge and headbutts into the foe. Actions resulted with the mercenary rolling back, impact breaking several tables and being knocked out.

 Exerting another 'harrumph' the goat-man mutters something about 'If more people listened this would happen less.' Only to return to his booth, grabbing more drinks from empty tables while doing so. Without skipping a beat, Vash keeps drinking and waiting. Wondering if he'll reach his fill before the next bounty hunter, or foe, arrives and attacks. Yet such 'worries' never showed as the ornery goat continued to wallow in alcohol.